Twilight, Midnight, Morning
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The sunset settles on the copper breast,
Its black point speckles, and the cascade fall
Of dark enamel down the sunlit chest.
The first to disappear among the thrall
Of deepening dusk and ever darker night
Will be that thrust out swathe of feathers down
The middle. First in glossy blackest flight
Will be that throat, though. Like a feathered gown
For sleeping in, the whole ensemble seems
A Moghul prince’s wedding robe and shines
One final moment as he enters dreams
Fulfilled while searching in subconscious mines.
..The pheasant waits in calmest darkness on
….A limb awaiting glory in the dawn.
~ Phillip Whidden