Dodging the Kestrel - Jan. 11, 2021

what ears tell a deer

in the snapping twig

and nostrils pronounce to the mouse

in a pungent odor

eyes describe for the dove

by the shadow bearing down all flee the carefree hillside

its sheets and sheets of lavender flowers

race to the mountain’s crevasse

its brush and shadow

listen

sniff

peek listen danger passed

three silent prayers rise

the kind you and I were never taught

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