[Moodpomes: Calendar of Correlatives] br br At twilight scrawny starlings screech br like harpies hunting empty streets, br br braid trees and ledges in high-pitched fuss, br knotting in rows at hollow dusk br br like charcoal beads tightly queued br entreating night's protective hood, br br unless a hawk-cry snaps their thread br and black beads scatter, half unsaid. br br br br br (Pub. in Descant, Texas Christian Literary Journal, br Vol.25, No.2.