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Raptors Chase

A broken wing
in death’s chicane 
Where pigeons fall
unending pain

A blinded flock
to circle down
As fangs await
both wolves and hounds

While far above
a falcon stalks
Vision prescient
it never balks

A broken wing
once clipped in fear
the raptors chase
—with canids near

(The New Room: October, 2023)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




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Date: 10/6/2023 12:09:00 PM
Great poem though dark content!
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Kurt Philip Behm
Date: 10/6/2023 6:42:00 PM
Thanks Kim.

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