The 37th Wombat 📚🐝 @wombat37.bsky.social

CODA

Imagine a sky
painted with anger,
angelwing feathers
falling like soft snow,

turning to bright ash,
airless & flightless,
tumbling through red clouds.
Life's precious seconds

spiral like contrails.
Morrigan hovers,
biding her moment.
A smell of burnt wings.

Our planet's last waltz.

#POEM

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