Lapwing

She gleams,
Purple, green, black –
An iridescent angel against a golden sky.

A haunting call
As she searches for her young.
She dives.

And as night wraps its cold hands
around the huddled birds,
the Lapwing lets out one last cry

and it swirls up, up, up,
into the Autumn sky.

- Alicia Hayden 2019