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Birdwatcher
Poetry
At the train station,
high-tension cables thrumming
over kudzu-smothered slopes, you
raise your binoculars,
seeking the source
of that muffled click
click
click-
ing.
When a grey stranger plummets
bullet-like into your view,
look it in the eye.
See steely, rainpearled feathers
riffle as it looks
back. Watch
a titanium third eyelid
shutter closed
click
click
click
May Chong is a bi Malaysian poet/speculative writer with past work in The Willowherb Review, Channel Magazine and Fantasy Magazine. Away from the keyboard, she enjoys birdwatching, great stories and terrible, terrible puns.
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