Late in the evening a flock
of crows agitate the skies;
there will be no sleep tonight
for coyotes or the open eyed.
There are stranger sights than
nature. See the heart build
its concrete house without
a single window; imagine
the darkness of its history.
This is what I know: a claw
positioned on the pulse will
drop the helpless prey. Stay
the hand of fate and you will
only wound it.
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