Catch

I pass by second
time to double check.
Smaller than last
month’s merlin—
she stayed sober
perched on a hill of
dead robin.
Crows pass by second
time to double check—
King of the castle,
her noir eyes singing.
you’re some dirty
rascals.

© SF Jones, 2014

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