And as he spoke
His grey paws stretched outward Toward her His hind legs grew talons And his silvery tail Exploded Into a black feathered glory Before her shined Blue and sparkling A black dove Beneath the mirrored moon, The Mother, He joined the latter on her journey For as long as it would last. |
Trudging along
they never see
The sky departing openly The morning sun will never shine For the Winter People Who do their traveling by night. |
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