
three crows circled up.
their conversational look
makes me nervous.

three crows circled up.
their conversational look
makes me nervous.

crossing a clearing,
a deer disappears before
eyes can lock on it.

Eight arms
seeking eight
different states
of being.
Winding sinuously
toward eight
different ends.
Wrapping opposing
limbs around
antipodal objectives,
it risks tearing
itself in twain…
but knows better.