but i wrote a poem in the middle of the night

It has been a long week. So long that I've had three or four ideas of blog posts that came and went, so tired from a work day that spilled into the evening and music practices that sent me in other directions and why can't I stop yawning?

But I woke up in the middle of the night one night this week because I had a poem idea:

Bird Small, sharp, fast Tearing flesh from carcass Soaring high and weightless