Tuesday, November 2, 2004


When night falls, they fly
Darting on frenzied design, they fly
Void of rational pattern, they zoom
Through skies of dusk, they swarm.
Sightless, weightless, winged wonders
With sound their guide, they hunt
With pangs of hunger, press on
Voracious stalkers of the dark.

Lori Lee Nelson

Copyright ©2004 Lori Lee Nelson

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