Blood red dawn
bleeds through bare branches –
Where is night Owl sleeping ?
A mad raven swoops low.
Too far away the river’s flow
sinuous jade serpentine
speaks a language
I do not know.
Unshed tears block my vision.
I am floundering in snow.
A pile of Magpie feathers tells one tale…
Loss of Trust murmurs truths I do not want to know.
Too far away the river’s flow
sinuous jade serpentine
speaks a language
I do not know.
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