Pressing my face up against the glass.
"Talon on Head
Beauty that tears
And guts to bucket child
On pathways without bird
Or stone-cropped hedge
This, that one that stains
For marchers in step--
Curling for madness dropping
Is quizzical and pure
But quick with movement...
The ardor of grace in doubt
Not hounded--
Simply mobile"
--Ovid Neal III, The Dirge of the Thin Air Dancers (Crying Dog Books: 1992)
"Word of the Day: PARDINE (adj.) spotted; leopard-like" --@HaggardHawks
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