Mastodons fell before his ancestors and the earth remembers rumbling with the roar of his kin.
Only a twitching whisker betrays his dreams.
The Caress
They couldn't say how many years had passed since the first time he stroked her soft gray feathers with his beak and she lowered her head gracefully to accept the caress.
The world around them cycled from white to green and back again as they found each other time after time on a branch, in a tree top, near a feeder.
As they rode the circles of time, every new turn of the wheel was like the first time Father Sky stroked Mother Earth and their love filled the earth with children.
Deep in the Woods
Deep in the woods, where it's cool and silent, sweet things and sour things push up into world, in the mist, after a rain.
The damp creeping into your clothes and the bug crawling up your leg is the payment you must make to witness spring magic.
Fierce warrior king at rest.
They couldn't say how many years had passed since the first time he stroked her soft gray feathers with his beak and she lowered her head gracefully to accept the caress.
Deep in the woods, where it's cool and silent, sweet things and sour things push up into world, in the mist, after a rain.