Poetry by Michael Shepley
it was only just
an early morning dream
but for a time
I was an eagle
sharp hunter eye high
in a soft sunny sky
targeting a strange
shape shifting prey
running over the dun
furze of rounded hills
fast flitting slip of
snipped night sliding
quick as the wind
hugging ground like skin
when I woke knowing
it was only the hunt
for my own damn shadow
Michael Shepley is a writer who lives and works in Sacramento. His poetry has appeared in Vallum, CQ, Common Ground, The Kerf, Jonah, Blue Unicorn, Salt and a few others.
