Mar 2014
I heard them twinkling
in deadly silence,
high up, perched
in my rocky-nest,
I sat in camouflage,
my frigid-finger at the ready,
listening to them,
I thought about home
& death.
in deadly silence,
high up, perched
in my rocky-nest,
I sat in camouflage,
my frigid-finger at the ready,
listening to them,
I thought about home
& death.
(GRB090423)
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