it is stronger than anything we could do

the rosy-fingered dawn breaks
auzure sky broken by violet clouds puffing past
in the breeze

walking – is it a dream ? – i reach out
on my right arm an owl lands
beautiful
soft
with eyes as brown and round as a young girl
a neck soft and supple

reaching out to touch this creature of beauty
she recoils

blood
my hand covered in blood
its’ chest open
heart failing
dying
I did this ?

walking – is this a dream ? – or….
walking

where is my Persephanie ?
I heard her cry out
Now she is gone

I will wonder,
Always
How would I love her

2012 – 2013

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