A Plaintive Song In The Big Dark
Allatross spoke to the silence, some nights.
Allatross spoke to the silence, some nights.
A gliding predator
In plain view
For weeks I had been storing away magazines.
There is constant noise here.
Nameless is so lost.
Tap, tap goes the glass cage.
17/01/2016 Image – “Killer Whale” by Chris Rivait