Black Knots by William F DoughertyAt twilight scrawny starlings screech
like harpies hunting empty streets,
braid trees and ledges in high-pitched fuss,
knotting in rows at hollow dusk
like charcoal beads tightly queued
entreating night's protective hood,
unless a hawk-cry snaps their thread
and black beads scatter, half unsaid.
07/15/2012 Posted on 07/15/2012 Copyright © 2024 William F Dougherty
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