Nate Flying Owl

In the dead of January
I saunter beneath darkened clouds
Evergreens remaining silent
Snowflakes drift in speechless beauty
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The air is wintry
The morning sky is silver
And still the birds sing
I cease all of my actions
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As my teeth slice into its flesh
Sweet juices spill over my tongue
And steadily slide down my throat
As I swallow chewed chunks of pulp
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A pair of well used hiking boots
Rest beside an open doorway
Their leather no longer stiff
As the first day they were applied
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Remember the songs of silence
That have serenaded your life
With unexpected beauty
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Far beneath the canopy
Bathed in moonlight, a jaguar
Strides with grace through the night
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Kokopelli, mythic flutist,
Does any of today's music
Hold up to your criteria?
Are modern composers worthy
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Dearest Tata Madiba, may you rest in peace,
Your time on Earth is done and your life was well-lived.
By your efforts, people of South Africa and-
Throughout the world now see the forest for the trees;
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The first cool drop of water
Released from the skyward mist
On an autumn afternoon
Traverses my sweaty brow
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Orca, my dear companion,
The sunlight shines on my skin
But darkness still surrounds me
Each dreadful moment I spend
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Child Soldier, you afflicted soul
All the carnage that you have witnessed
Must be cumbersome to your heart
With such torturous persistance
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Dearest Orca, long has it been
Since we last enjoyed the pleasure
Of each other's companionship
What oceanic adventures
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The aroma of a recent downpour
Lingers on the air like a charming kiss
Grey clouds still concealing morning sunlight
Songbirds signal the attendance of spring
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Fearless of the darkest midnight
I stride through the shadows that find my path
So much have I endured so far
Though evil haunts my every step
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Within the far depths of a moonless night,
A pride stirs among the dancing shadows.
The herd is not aware of the danger,
And their movements leave a young one exposed.
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Doth thou ever hear
A voice in thy ear
Speaking loud and clear
Through each season?
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</>Children of the written word
You wield in your minds, voices and fingers
The weaponry you need to fight for truth
In your minds, the ideas
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The wind tastes the marrow of my bones
Jehovah's movement become evident
Through the leaves of each tree I encounter
And moments can last lifetimes when I pause
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Sasquatch, you taciturn savage
To be straightforward, I do not
Believe that you exist at all
I see you as an archetype,
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Seeking sanctuary in shadows
You dwell on every despondency
Nightmares penetrating your slumber
You leave your social ties malnourished
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