A Feather in the Sun
I no longer hear the footsteps of a stranger from up the street out for a morning weekend walk with a growing little gleeful dog; her footsteps replaced by the continuous fury of a thirsty visitor with wings announcing every…
The Feathered Friend
The tethered broken Winged Hawk Perched in my ashen Soul, Tired of being enslaved In the heart of laden. When the unicorn sings the tune of peace, the feathered friend pretends To have the wings of falcon’s. Flying high…