Mocking Jay by Lori St. GeorgeThe sky turns from blue,
to russet.
I admire the burnt umber cascade
draping a cloudy arm over the pines,
cooing the world into sunset.
This is where he waits.
Dilated eyes unhindered by heat,
or seed.
I meet his gaze through the tangled mass
of moss meat and red chipped bark,
cradling his claws with affection.
I turn away. 06/14/2011 Author's Note: still in a long process.....
Posted on 06/15/2011 Copyright © 2025 Lori St. George
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