the hunt begins after sunset
under cracked moon, blindfolded clouds
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the nesting eagles, I choose this bitter absurdity of large wings under the sun, where they will announce the shade, a lonely patch of life, of signature kill of future, the metamorphosis of a street into unending wait; ----- powerful words great imagery painted! ! ! 10+++
A very thoughtful observation. Thanks.