angular shadow glides
damp sky
in concentric perfection

we walk on granular path
a mist for kings shrouds
our footsteps

the hunt commences

ancient instincts rule time –
and thought

birds wings beat.
a primal eye dilates

on omen sky,
steel speckled blades
clasp closed

the black silence –
an avian spire –
hurls towards earth

a thousand light years
and a second pass

the lifeless prey summons
incomprehensible gratitude

– Bhalin

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