a bit of fluff.
———
The ghostbird, ears wide for mice,
drifts through the seasmell.
One lapwing, startled, wakes. Clouds break
and moonshine whites the waves.
A far police car sirens
as dark moths twist above the marsh.
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a bit of fluff.
———
The ghostbird, ears wide for mice,
drifts through the seasmell.
One lapwing, startled, wakes. Clouds break
and moonshine whites the waves.
A far police car sirens
as dark moths twist above the marsh.