A thump of rumpled rupture

splonched upon the pane

a shadow smear where feathered head

collided with the traitor mirror.

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It lies in crumpled feathers,

struggling to move

it’s wings of kaleidoscopic gleam

splayed out like ruined broken things.

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A rush of birding talons

a hawk in beak and wing  

snags the dove in rushing streak

and beats the wind as it retreats.

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And now the scene bears empty

silent as a cry

except the sigh upon the glass

echo of an empty sky.

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Photo by KEVIN MACH: https://www.pexels.com/photo/bokeh-photography-of-a-white-and-black-pigeon-on-the-ground-3392091/