For a fleeting moment, I thought this broken piece of wood ensnared in a vine was a petrified finger. Fortunately it was a false alarm!
I noticed this large bird of prey circling overhead during an afternoon walk. I’m relatively sure it was a black vulture, as it was soon joined by three more. I’ve been noticing a lot more of them in the neighborhood my husband and I live in, possibly because the abandoned golf course a few miles away from our home is now being redeveloped for apartments and shopping.
Originally posted on FREE VERSE REVOLUTION:
slept too long, mushrooms bloomed a delicate decay beetles danced in the gloom slept too long, mushrooms bloomed the celebration will be over soon faded with the light of day slept too long, mushrooms bloomed a delicate decay ? L. Stevens is an intj who loves learning about everything and filing it away for later. She finished second in little infinite’s first haiku contest and her poetry been featured by Pack Poetry and Free Verse Revolution. She writes short stories and poetry about the moon, darkness, and anything else lurking in the deep abyss of her imagination. Occasionally, rays of light shine through her work to contrast the shadows.