She whispers my name... Only I can hear

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Where The Wild Things Are

Strong Deer with Long legs
Take council in the night beneath my aged apple tree
I see them sometimes on sleepless nights
Other times I am awakened
Feeling their soft footfalls in my sleep before hearing them
The Strong Deer cease their silent whispering and look up
At the sound of my eyes opening

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