Defining Still
as patient and still
as the dark
shadows each cast
beneath the arc,
span and the reach
of outspread
sun bitterns wings ..
so perfectly
poised for the kill
and far more
patient, than any
would be
rooftop assassins
perched
up high, on some
invisible ledge
behind an invisible
screen ..
each posed with
their back to the sun
on a double
time killing spree day ..
I never thought about it before. But there’s the stillness of calm and there’s the stillness of predator watching prey. Took me somewhere I hadn’t expected!
Powerfully penned, Neville. Excellent write with incredible depth. Sensational work. Appreciate you.
Damian
Ever watch a bird of prey, a vulture perhaps, or an owl, as it waits for the strike, its head bobs and moves side to side, almost like contemplating the angle of flight and how delicious the prey will taste. The balance of nature caught in that “double time killing spree”. Your poem Neville, is as sharp taloned as that shadow warrior, looking at its dinner.
-Curt
Still as a trigger finger in the dark, your hunter waits with the world holding its breath.
There’s a cold patience here—the kind that knows the sun can light a kill as easily as a prayer.