Daytime Crystalline
Fat midnight bats feast, gnawing gnats, and flit away serene
while on the trails in distant dales the lonesome wolverine
sate appetites as dawn alights and daytime's crystalline.
A migrant feeds on rotting seeds with fingers far from clean
and thereby’s blessed with barren breast (the easier to wean) -
her baby sucks an arid flux and fades away unseen.
Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2012
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