Post-modern Augury

Black is the color of the wild, swift wings
That circle and move over shadowed ground.
Once, secrets were shown to the augur's eye,
Food for Menaka's foundling found;
I hear only far-fading cries
And thrumming winds in the emptied skies.

(It’s a little rough….)

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