Crow Moon

Crows perched gracefully on the fingertips of Maples,

A backdrop of stars rose, slowly sliding west.

 

Drawn by the wistful drumming of my heart,

In the sky I traced their outlines, beaks nestled into breasts.

 

I asked them to keep watch as the night cast down a veiling,

Lighting on the ground, a softly descending dew.

 

And they took flight, traveling in moon glow,

To keep a midnight vigil, velvet wings to cover you.

 

© M. G. Iannucci 2016
Photo: Crow and the Moon

 

 

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