All together
Blackbirds singing
compline
destitute of the hope
everwhere squandered
flying at first light
geese arrowing toward
home
inured to the
javelins hurled their way
killed by shots, or arrows
loosed by thoses
masses intent on them
no rest for
other avians, like the
perigine, or prey like
quail, hiding from the
raucous dispoilers
shattering the silence
tearing apart their
universe
Viscious this species
we are, walking this earth like
Xerxes trampling Greece
Young we are, yet have we reached our
Zenith—& now fall?
Laura, tending MTB ovevr at dVerse, declares “we are becoming Abecedarians“
The pub is open! Come join us!
Frank J. Tassone 
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