KEITH BUCCELLATO


Black Blurrs.

Clear still glowing moonlight.
Quiet like Black Blurrs through the night.
Soaring by thousands causing havoc.
Like the September 11 2001 tragic.

Looking for their bloody midnite snack.
Like a homeless addict that needs their crack.
Some still stay out to feed.
Like a newborn infant that's in need.

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