Unadorned

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Unadorned

 

The owl blinked over yellow eye moons,

then dismissed the screaming, diving jays

with one hiss each.

 

Every heart knows the unadorned truth.

It is this clean hiss,

this unruffled stand,

this flash of mirrored light.

 

A taloned grip holds us to the branch.

What is it

that lifts you to the sky?

9 thoughts on “Unadorned

      1. Hi Tricia. I can’t recall now how exactly I came across Bearbones. Haven’t visited in a while but just noticed some new additions so will indulge as I lay on the couch, a bit under the weather – enough to be home from school but not enough to be miserable 🙂 I’m about to jump on that Turner letter too!

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