Shadow – Page 18 – Iron Haiku

slices of the moon
slivered through the window blinds
drape across your back
–
snowy owl-
cold branches
in the dead of night

your door left open-
looking back at you as I
close it behind me
–
moonlight-
your mobile
slowly winds down

a silver quarter
rolling between my fingers-
practice makes perfect
–
trafalgar square-
the red queen
hiding

offer me darkness
and take me to the places
I would never go
–
gnarled trees-
green eyes glow
in the shadows

seagulls hovering
wings outstretched and motionless
faced into the wind
–
sunrise-
beach sand in her
wind blown hair

unspeakable acts-
unlearned lessons of the past
repeating again
–
cattle cars-
disappear within
the gates of hell

dusty fountain pens-
drawers full of love letters she
never meant to send
–
in the stacks-
quietly I try
to catch your eye

the last white rhino-
a moment of extinction
right before our eyes
–
blood in the dirt-
a portrait with
his latest kill

blue moonlight drips through
holes in the tattered shingles
onto the barn floor
–
peeling red paint-
the barn door
hangs askew

flat black soulless eyes
devoid of humanity
staring back at me
–
cold city street-
trying not to see
the homeless