Grey Shelled Moon
Early spring morning.
Is it singing just for me?
Tiny flecks of misty magic
tumbling from its beak.
Perhaps its screaming out for mercy.
Beneath a broken wing...
or offering a lullaby to a grey-shelled moon.
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