Sunday, 2 March 2014

Museum of ghosts

They were here just yesterday
A lit and lighting up the sky
Flitting on the branches of the mountain ash
Beaks filled with bright red berries
Skittering flittering flying off
A cloud of waxwings ascending
Along the flight path
Feathers into ether
A museum of ghosts
Etched in memory

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