soaring

Hook-Beaked and Hollow

We are hook-beaked and hollow-boned

Soaring on tails of wind

Roaming through dissipating breaths

With the dust of ancient stars.

We are taloned majesty

Perched upon fence-post pedestals

Surveying shorn acres

For diminutive signs of life.

We are the lazy spread of wings

Wafting on thermals of time.

Pondering the open air

Alone.

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