Premonition Poem by Neil Crawford

Premonition



Gunshot shatters rural noon,
boomerang of birds erupts from cover,
hurtling towards heralded risk.

Later in the shining day we see a barn owl
lost on the canal bank clawing tree
stumps nervously.

I sense we have no future,
it is erased in a flash
of those panicked, tawny wings.

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Neil Crawford

Neil Crawford

CHESTER, ENGLAND.
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