A friend
Sitting alone under the old, arched treeher eyes traversed the yard, the field, beyondwhile the last shimmer of the sunset fadesstretching all shadows, like some ghostly spawn I had just landed on a lower branchperched for a moment before taking flightI ruffled softly from my feathers duststartling the human under the moonlight We stared a moment into each other’s eyescloser, I saw her…
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