Heron, Falcon and Crow
Added 2017-04-09 14:29:49 +0000 UTCThe sun at dawn wades,
Its head bobbing back and forth,
Piercing the dark as the night fades.
The sun at midday shouts,
Its talons glistening with viscous red,
A crimson light purging away our doubts.
The sun at dusk mourns,
Worn thin by the passing day,
Feathers glinting at the sound of horns.
