As the evening seeps
Twin wings flutter above
Swiftly, but not fiercely
For the starkling delivers its omens
Right on time
Such a slight creature
With tenacious eyes
And midnight blue feathers
Spiraling upon the water’s surface
Like a skipped stone
Of smooth sapphire

It doesn’t nest
And its legs never tire
But its wings,
Are cooled by the nighttime air
And loosened by the morning sun
Feeling nothing more then the sting
Of perpetual motion
And the tossing of tempests

The starkling offers sleep
And stillness
To those who it appears to
Those with eyes skyward
In the cold night
With nothing else to stare upon
Than shadows in the inky sky
-Galwyn

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