Indigo Blue

NaPoWriMo 2020: Day 26

Sometimes,
this business of being
a poet,
feels more like
becoming
a bird of prey.

Spending daylight hours
constantly seeking
sly and furtive
sustenance,
in tall grasses,
or small dark holes
meant only for hiding.

When indigo blue shadows
descend, a different hunt
begins. Seeking sturdy branch
on which to rest,
with one eye open
lest one becomes another’s
sought after sustenance.

One brief sigh
as sun arises,
when hunger and hunt begin
again.

Elizabeth Crawford 4/26/2020

Notes: Image is my first attempt to create something digitally on my computer paint program. Just swirls of indigo blue and a single tree. Called my friend in to take a look, telling her how much I wished I could draw a bird of prey seeking shelter in the tree. She said, “That’s why they have cut and paste, Grasshopper.” Then proceeded to show me how to do such a thing. Information I never used because I’ve never been good at the process of cutting anything (except words, and even that is not done with ease). The image, along with two others, was purchased by an author for the cover art of his series of historical fiction novels based in Illinois.