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    The Nighthawk

    I stare at my winged reflection

    less than 1 minute read

    Doug Langille

    Doug Langille

    hack writer & shameless technophile

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    I stare at my winged reflection
    as I glide silently along
    the still glass of the moonlit lake,
    listening for the rattling hum and flutter
    of beetles in flight.

    Fireflies bounce and bobble
    in the reeds of the shoreline,
    oblivious to their fate,
    as I dive and open my beak.

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    Tags: horror, poetry

    Published: August 6, 2014

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