Throat of the Bird

...and they came creeping,
slabber-ing dogs [death]

or some lone hyaena
ostracized from the pack

stalking a way in, a way back;
the civilized days are gone.

Somewhere in nature,
a creature is dying.

Nowhere in nature is written:
"reverence will sustain you".

The snow sets, high, now,
sounds of its silence

deafen the ear,tightens
the throat of the bird

that sings loud, that sings
loud and lives.


RachelW said...

This one is so gloriously rich!

I have an award for you over on my blog, Rachel. Even though you may not feel moved to pass it along, I hope you will accept the spirit in which it is offered.

Rachel Phillips said...

Rachel, thank you so much and also for introducing me to your wonderful blog... so many gems to explore!!