encountering

encountering

A Poem by DorothyParker

a falcon flies to breathe
a falcon hunts to live
he has to always change
and change directions rapidly.

punctuality in his tooth,
guile in feathers 
brass in beak. 
he saw me
for a second we connected
alone,
air our best attire.
you and I,
 crumbs of this world,
nobody knows 
nobody wants to. 

© 2016 DorothyParker


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

109 Views
Added on May 6, 2016
Last Updated on May 6, 2016

Author