SuziCate's Musings

Early Bird

The shrill chirp pierces the dawn like a hunter’s arrow. His unanswered call weighs upon the pine branches. Wind delivers his message, and his target rides upon the coattails of breeze to her lover’s breast.

The shrill chirp pierces
the dawn like a hunter’s arrow.
His unanswered call weighs
upon the pine branches.
Wind delivers his message,
and his target rides upon the coattails
of breeze to her lover’s breast.

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