His Wings

As his back faced me. 

he slowly spread his wings. 

Under the night sky

his wings were black. 

As it unfolded before me

as a sky that holds no stars. 

The silhouette of his silky wings

Portrayed night clouds.

Beautiful.

Reminding me.

That even in the darkest of times. 

There is still life. 

Reviews

[Payel]

The conclusion of the poem is beautiful.
The body can be better.