Pallor

Pale crescents discarded on pavement,
skins drained from yellow to white,
form trails from the grocer
to trees that writhe with chittering bats,
hung from branches by prehensile tails:

Vampire monkeys abound!

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A version of this poem first appeared on Bluesky. Whispered into the acoustic sensors of the sleeping dreaming android, it prompted the electric sheep to generate one more tomorrow…

© 2025 Greg R. Fishbone, generated by MidJourney as a derivative work of the poem, "Pallor" by Greg R. Fishbone