A poem for Sofia and Ciara by Rashid.
Rain steps
quietly
a cat
on dry leaves
the pre-dawn
rattle
of the rooks
the night so pitch
a chance
to flood this form
with birdsong
and the damp
must of the
woods
be stuffed
with night’s
dark nothingness
what comes to form
returns to formlessness
the quiet black cat
moves on
a cockerel convenes
the light
these wear-worn
words queue
up to bless
the rising
day
16 07 14
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