Kevan Smith - Still

Dark hangs at the apex of the swing, holding, holding.

Silence of the drop of dew, holding, holding.

Petals gently shift, twist, hold….waiting.

Green blade bends under her alitrunk and mandibles.

Feathers shaken slightly as he sighs, his chest expands, and settles.

He lifts his beak, throws back his head and cracks the dawn to his splitting laughter to break the still of dawn.