The wind from the west
Blown by a silver-setting sun
Showers, like lace curtains
Drawn across the valley
Owl music
Emerging from dark walls
Invisible and whispering
Like office gossip
And there, returning home
A constellation of Lapwings
Like noble Orion,
rising from the shoulder
Of the highest hill.
#CoSopoetry
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