Moonrise

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

A bit of Angst, I suppose..............

Day and night cannot dwell together.

Duwamish


What does she see

As her lithe form glides


Through the trees?


What can he hear

As he listens for her call


And hears nothing?


She hunts an illusion

She snaps at its' flanks


And goes hungry.


His cubs are mewling

Feeling afraid


He grooms them.


She hears a dream howl

And answers in call....


Only echoes.


Curls around his young ones

Shivering in the cold


He warms them.


She turns to the song

That only she hears


She is alone.


Decisions are made and paths followed for reasons unknown but to ourselves. Acceptance of what is and acceptance of ones' responsibility even while facing uncertainty. That is what Life is.


Peace to she who hurt me. The Alpha can't protect you from yourself. Coyote is the Trickster, luring his prey with dreams unfulfilled. Would that you could understand that.........


Coyote is always out there waiting, and Coyote is always hungry.

Navajo


Wollf

1 comment:

K T Cat said...

I think you need some time with therapy cat.

:-)