At the top of the naked tree
I'm a bird -
Evening sharpening its claws,
Darkness falls With icy grace -
Hear,lizards lounge under the
Crispy leaves, mushrooms pop
Their poisonous tops, whisper,
Sigh and wondrous foggy sounds
Slide off the big Sax in the sky,
Flutter their blood-red wings
In a void of weightless things
Bounce on a sea of purest pink...
At the top of the naked tree
I'm a bird -
Feathers ruffled in the wind
A silent captain of the night.
Nomi Ben-David
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