[Moodpomes: Calendar of Correlatives] <br /> <br />At twilight scrawny starlings screech <br />like harpies hunting empty streets, <br /> <br />braid trees and ledges in high-pitched fuss, <br />knotting in rows at hollow dusk <br /> <br />like charcoal beads tightly queued <br />entreating night's protective hood, <br /> <br />unless a hawk-cry snaps their thread <br />and black beads scatter, half unsaid. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(Pub. in Descant, Texas Christian Literary Journal, <br />Vol.25, No.2.)<br /><br />William F Dougherty<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-knots/
