eagles and dogs and hunting season

eagles and dogs and hunting season      September 30, 2016
i keep writing to you
for no other reason
than that my words are true

for you are the dog
that stole a whole chicken
fresh from the oven
and blistered his mouth

you will never eat another woman

but i am not a bird
i am an eagle
and you
will never soar with me
for i float
on god’s breath
telling preposterous stories
which are always true

while you feign loyalty
to steal suppers from hungry children
eagles see far
and i try to speak my warning
that while your throat is burning
the lions are on your trail
but you will not hear
my words

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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