Waa~! Sandpapery eyes and headache from hell and back. Ah well. So, in the spirit of sleeplessness, I decided to oneword. This entry is called “Crow”, obviously.
Deep set stone steps flicker with the light
Of swaying tree branches and city swept
Brown and red, sticking in crannies and gutters and
Slick from the morning mist, these autumn fingers and hands
Find their grip against closed shop doors.
Those little scratching feet leave their mark
Like animal-shaped shadows
As their voices lift and shriek into the air.