Robber jay
soft gray to belie
an edge
a storm of feathers
around a head
to take
from a hand
like that
so flagrantly
and to plan
the thievery
in pairs
in silent skeletal
trees rising
below this scraggy
summit
against a bare sky
no view no hint
of the drop
just mist
bright like bleach
and to live without fear
is to be free yes
unless
you’re casting it off
onto others
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Have been on a WP break for a while, but returned to read this and feel so refreshed. Vivid as always, and loved the deep twist to the ending! Your poems always make me catch my breath 🙂
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Thank you, Yusra! Glad to see you back 🙂
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Thank you so much! It’s lovely to be here!
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This is beautiful and calm at the same time. A storm of feathers…
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Thank you! The bird was beautiful but only temporarily calm…
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¿Cómo poder traducir los poemas?
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No lo sé?
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