Missile, No Missile, and What Happened in Between.
Moments just arrive, or collide, with the last thought, the last action. Bird food/imminent death. Dog barking/missile attack. The expected/the unthinkable.
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These Days, It’s Not Flattering To Be Me. {poetry}
... but one day, soon, I’ll emerge, with my silky wings ready for flight,
for now, my pomegranate-stained lips smile,
as I play along in this dance of words across the fine lines of invisible rules...