Watchers of Dusk.
Weighted flight of twilight winds
Soft-spoken words to dusks horizon
Strident turns of brazen acrobatics
Scything high on the thermals of sunset
Ashen wan of the moons glow staring down
The misted bogs reverberating nights rhythm
Mountainside forests in balanced freefall
Inside the numbed canter of sinuous shadows
All wafting below their carrion flocks
Voiceless guardian sitting high in the pines
Camouflaged within transforming silhouettes
Ironed talons gripping grief-stricken branches
Upon the harvest moon they portentously gather
Absorbing the last breath with deep onyx eyes
The dying of the day…dusk falls
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2007
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