poetry – Dawn Napier

Alien

It’s very telling That we call the octopus “alien-looking,” When they were here Millions of years Before us.

The night draws down Like a black velvet curtain. Like a blanket of stars and dark The night draws down. The winged beast awakens Like an earthquake in the night. Like the heavy shift of mountains The winged beast awakens. The beast takes flight Like the cold north wind. Like a whirl ofContinue reading “The Night Beast”