RiverMuse

Mascara feather line, a brutal chic
Eyes piercing depths of algae blooms;
Of feminine steel greys to echo skies,
black beady eyes, piercing the idle drift,
waiting for a fin to fade,
in silver quiver, below the glide.

A vase neck, swiftly graceful stoop
this well balanced stealth
dispensing death from elegant disguise.
O melancholy bird!
Standing by the margin of a pool ...