on edge

Free Write

Who was watching
through the greedy lens
that caused the swift to warn;

Whose feathers on edge
tangled in settling cold
and sheaths of sharp gray wind;

Whose open beak
tremored with sound
to shaded leaves licking at air;

Who was watching
the frightened bird
singing from her perch?

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