Rachel J Bowler's photos with the keyword: Oozells

Walking through the quiet city Buildings out of place Loom large. Structures we once knew. I peruse the ruins from below While surveyors scan the horizon From the tops of creaking monuments. Smiling past destruction With only a vague feeling Of emperor's doubt, Until the spring chill Never easy to ignore, Beds down the dusk. Then the wait begins. For the rising sun, The great deceiver, To arrive imperceptibly, Never revealing its companions Misdeeds. And the ever present warning Of screeching birdsong Laments the break of day Once more.