In the Dark

Screeching cries,

talons sink deep

the yielding flesh,

raptors reap.

Carrying screams

upon the wind,

chorus like

the two blend.

In a eerie fate

for the dying kind,

orchestrated above

by swaying pine.

A conductor’s wand

through a dark night

filled with fear

and void of light.

poem & artwork by Dave Holloway