Dark Lullaby

 

Panic

3:15 on a Friday morning.

The sky a-glimmer with stars and one half-eaten moon

A peach of Allman Brothers or Eliot fame

– Half a life left –

All that has come before, moments savored and lost.

The ruffling of feathers, picking of carrion, soaring on high.

Caw, caw, caw

Thirty minutes in the dead of night.

The useless prayer to ward off the inevitable

reverberates and infiltrates

to the open-windowed innocent below.

3:17 on a Friday morning

Pondering the peculiarity of a crow cawing in darkness.

The frailty and panic and her own half-eaten peach dripping in the starlit sky.

They are the same.

The stillness

the greying

the joy

the loss.

The promise that is now.

A lullaby before drifting off again.

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Colleen Sohn

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