just another day
every cat is on edge
every bird is on the hedge
everywhere is everywhere
on edge
the claws of the wind
the caws of the crows
draw black bile
from the dark-side
of the day-moon
pale the
palest blue under the sun
in my open mind
every sound is the report
of a cannon’s rebound
reverberation is the word
spat out by all of them
drying in the sunshine
crumbling in the sunshine
all resistance softening
as the day returns
to normal i was going to say
but the cat walked away
and the crows flew away
the day moon clouded over
bang!!
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