napowrimo 22

this fierce squall is made of crows--
tomorrow flinches when they stretch their
tendrils and caw of
rag na rok!

this storm is full of dust
and rust falls
as pepper
from their flaky feathers
while their wings reverberate.

their saffron eyes
sight that yggdrasil emporium
they fall into a dizzy spiral,
talons bared--
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