Limbs

Arrows miss
in the dark.

Old wind carries
sound of feathers,
Ruffled with
unseen target.

Gentle light
reflects the eye.

Soft on bare feet,
Damp cold and
silent touch,
Flash in the night.

Paths find a way
with the trees.

Arrows miss
in the dark.

limbs

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