The flock's reason

Teacup-chatter pigeons lifted into flight,
a sudden spear —
anxiety spiking in a
six of spades 
twilight card.

The reason, regal,
sashayed 
into a late life sky being;
amber under with
warnings:

this is the evening
of the wolf-bird —
you have no claim
to the moon. 




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