Prey at Dusk

Tongue
pressed against
the roof of my mouth,

vision
drawn up into
the oncoming night,

early night
darkening across
the immense dome of sky,

deepening sky
gracefully mirroring
the infinite space of Mind –

pierced by the sudden
shriek of a Red Tailed Hawk,
pursuing its fleeing prey at dusk.

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About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, at the base of Spirit Mountain. I have a number of photo and literary blogs you may enjoy, please see the "About" tab for further links. Thank you!
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