When did the fox come?
And when did he leave?
Why did he come only in my dreams?
A visitor in a little girl’s sleep
Why did he leave and has not been seen?
I miss running down that path
On four paws with him in the lead
The lessons that he gave me
Once they were learned
He simply never returned
Why does crow follow me?
And leave feathers for me?
My childhood friend
The children on the playground
I kept to myself, with crow
And his murder at the other end
On my shoulder he perches
I don’t trust him with my eyes
I fear he might make me blind
And what would he show me then?
What bird would owl have been
If I had known him for his self?
The brown little bird
Who flew from Her hands
Perhaps he would have been a wren?
But he is an owl instead
Does it really matter then?
Is owl even a male?
I ask his name
The title for a goddess he gave
And yet he seems a he
As he sinks his talons into me
And makes me shove things in my chest
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