Thanks to Scribblers Dip of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s Sunday Prompt. P.S, for the purposes of this poem a falcon has cleverly transformed herself into a hawk.
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Lady hawk,
Brilliant feathers flocked.
Climbing unfathomable —
Heights.
Swoops down low,
Prey cannot run.
Has no safe place.
Cannot see —
In pitch blackness,
Stars guiding,
Ignoring for —
Threats from above;
Cause anxiety,
To triple.
The solace —
Of illusions,
Never enough.
Lady hawk,
And her sins;
Indelible,
Cannot be erased.
We yearn for,
We think we’ve forgotten,
Fondness for crimes.
Evil inside us,
A lure;
Turning Rights,
To bitter Wrongs.
Though we think,
All people —
Have innate goodness;
Rather, I say —
Innately we —
Forever choose,
Crimes,
‘Neath delicious —
Sinful starry nights.
It’s only those,
Who pray
For alteration,
We choose to do,
Well for others —
Where goodness,
Can be found.
Not only self-serving,
Serving others,
Above all else,
Not afraid,
To aid,
Though we’ve,
Forever been,
Put out,
Into the night,
Mice running,
From Lady Hawk,
For goodnesses’ —
Freely done.
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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.
