Beneath <br />straining shadows <br /> <br />midnight <br />crossed the lines <br /> <br />astride many-seasoned blackbirds <br />raised the peace-pipe squirrels <br />detecting eyes of an eagle<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/picture-poem-276-from-this-is-my-wasteland/
