sage, poetry, prose, poems, steven humphreys

Darkly Winged

Something darkly winged flies my way Whooshing right over my head like a dive bomber Flying in a circle above Finkelstein’s roof Crying its song as well as we speak Fanning wings echoing in its flight Fades into the setting sun, wings flapping down and up Moonlit night soaring chimney height Embracing twilight throughout the