What Remains in the Dark

A pillar of sun
Illuminating regret
Said. Done. Thought.
Or not.

So much sky remains in darkness.

Four miles pre-dawn,
Steady the arrow flies to the target.
A chorus of owls–
Unusual, that–
So many
Chanting wisdom to unhurried souls.
Sun will come,
But now you run.

Listening for prey,
Mind swoops on silent wings,
Plucks the small things
From their hidden nest.


About Emily

I may or may not have: A. Dirt B. Ink C. Paint D. Wool under my fingernails.

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