onto preying verges in the wings ii

super loosey-goosey.

being
not one to ignore
the flaps and cracks
before a starling breaks
the greenhouse glass.

and the sparrowhawk
by one feather more,
threw, see thee,
against the web
and grimy pain

a solitary kit, weightless
from his murmuration.

The hull I asked? she never returned
to devour and finish the task.

So unalone, unmade with
prayers in bits of morsels to say,

of the spade and grave,
the gaffer and lathe.
The perspex is in

for the marking hole
and I was not too enamored
at the apparent ease
of the gladdening plastic.

my photo/collage