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little drops

go pitter-pat

and the liquid sounds

are coming slipping all around

but I am

a still animal

hiding in the forest

Because as I

slow my breathing

and try not to twitch

I must remember to keep in mind

that I lay here

guarding my princess dear

and trying not

to move a paw

so her sleep may continue

ont the

cloud I put her

Fiesta love

fuzzy blanket

orange rain

if it was the Light

that woke me

it was not the sun

I had a full plate and I knew it

but the short time of a

cup of steam

scenting the air

with pomegranate green

and the toes are cold

but I cannot say how it

tears me up into little pieces

to leave when you want so bad

for me to stay

and to be gone for a quiet day

sent back but not soon enough

it seemed so long

an eternity

that couldn’t possibly end

like a shattered mirror

Put back together crystalline clear

even the blinks weren’t quick

the breaths would creep by

and the clock would lie

but I wouldn’t sit still

until I howl at the moon

with you

prepared as the sun setting on

the horizon of orange

there is a flitter of whispers

and a gargoyle of lies resides nearby

while the cool breeze

reaches out to your bones

yet the power of the moon

sneaks up

something soft but soon

to bring out the energy of

a blood shot pair of eyes

and getting over broken years

of long ago

but now there is not one place

I will ever be afraid of

and I have my sharp steel soul

picking its own

bulls eyes