The Augur

early birdsong
choir into steel skies
long dissolved to ash
the fire sleeps

precious cargo sapped
wrapped like a sausage
the Sandman on snooze
before the coming step
always steps

it’s a full time job
waiting on the Augur
to declare the coming
of a two-crow day

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