May 4, 2017 by Ray Yanek
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