There’s this traveling bullet,
yawing and clawing,
slowly spinning to its right.
It’s learning to find its fine flight,
yet still troubled by where to land.
They are black cat moments–when at night, the full moon is lit white, and the sea is at its darkest run. blackcatwords.com
There’s this traveling bullet,
yawing and clawing,
slowly spinning to its right.
It’s learning to find its fine flight,
yet still troubled by where to land.
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