NaPoWriMo 2019 – Poem #2

Black bird
keen eyes
robust from refuse
watches me

Sleek feathers
ruffle up fur-like
regal mantle shroud
Guardian poses

Throaty call
requesting aid
bringing in the flock
murder descends

Many eyes turn
from branches
all around, watching,
but Guardian retreats

Left behind
the flock and me
silent waiting, staring
nothing moving, but eyes

Distant call
rouses the crowd
a flurry of wings
shatters the quiet

One feather
floats to the ground
between two fingers
I turn it

Why did they come?
What did they see?
Where did they go?

NOTE: This poem is inspired by the prompt for Day #2 – write a poem that resists closure by ending on a question.


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