Raptors Chase Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Raptors Chase

A broken wing
in death's chicane
Where pigeons fall
unending pain

A blinded flock
to circle down
As fangs await
both wolves and hounds

While far above
a falcon stalks
Vision prescient
it never balks

A broken wing
once clipped in fear
the raptors chase
—with canids near

(The New Room: October,2023)

Friday, October 6, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: october
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