Birdshot Ink
traced the silver wing
the pointed beak
eyes that dot the skies
gold star,
flowers with beating petals
a forest feather gumption
between a parrot’s toes
gripping tight
the marriage knot
his love sought blueberries
a fight of
juicy treats, and carrots
the orange consumption of gasoline
under the bower, a fleet of butterflies
they clench beholden teeth
they break mid air and spoon goodbye
what do they seek but the succulence of heaven
in haste, a quill dipped in birdshot ink
5/29/2018
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