Pellets

this fresh frost
swept in on the night owl’s wing
finding it’s way
into the scorching light—

a bundle of bones
fresh & sticky & warm
clustered upon the floor

some small things
plucked & crushed
like songs in
a garbled throat
spit out
disgracefully

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