Keepers
wind-green
branch-dance
feather-rush and sun
caught a mouse
transcend life into
survival for three and one
near a block clad in moss
to green to be green
are watchers with two sets of eyes
behind a darkened screen
held-up eyes and others in the head
they make marks on trees
and bleed color until
windows appear of still-air
in silence
they
are in awe
of our wings
against blue sky
hidden shapes in darkness
as wings span their eyes
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