Thrush from Nocturnal Birding by Author & Punisher

Tireless flight
Return from a temperate winter
Drenched by firelight
Veins of an ash lay bore
Crushed temple break me down
Baby it’s warmer together I
Thrush, desire be heard
do we owe?
Wisdom from lore
Paper trust
Pain from lines drawn
Treefall will crush
Sickle wine thrust
Cinder signs, lead nary us
And we crawl
Sang by the Thrush It Rang
Trudge, patterns to mourn
Theft of rainfall
Still we are born Into night
Breathless from sage fire
Creation of song
Suppresses the rage desire
Nectar of gods
Embrace the sweet siren
Sleep on the leaves
Branches shield cold
Redwood
Consume my whole plate
Resume on My two legs
Consume my whole day
Confide my twin blade.
Thrush
Opal white thrush
To the sea
Opal white thrush
Veins of an ash lay bore
Sang through the leaves still we trust
Into night opal white thrush
Crushed temple lay me down
It rang

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