The Silver Trumpet Brayed

Heavy Wings

And then I could hear them again, at first hardly, then as my footsteps quickened that slow, heavy beating of distant, then not so distant wings. Then they were upon me.

So often these wings have beaten in the darkness and I have not known what they were, never seen the wings, only heard the beating the beating.

These are savage birds with claws and tearing beaks and dawn is very far behind us and the sunset far beyond.

posted by Weasel @ 4:40 AM