Cairn Terriers fly from tree to tree,
feathered wings start to appear
as Terriers take their places
amongst the leafy branches high,
Crows battle for their territory,
unaware of the terriers strength
and will to endure – remain alive.
A tall blonde with long white shirt
shivers slightly...high up on a limb,
arms outstretched she sniffs the air,
plunging backwards ready to fall...
her hair sweeping out from behind,
she stares wide-eyed at the cobalt sky,
then from nowhere a man appears...
reaching with outstretched arms to
clutch at her willowy...slender waist,
reckless and lost with such sadness...
she stares into the young man's eyes,
swollen with tears – as her arms sag
across his strong muscular shoulders,
he reads that look of a voyage of discovery,
so much information entrusted to this sage,
like a scientific experiment...she needs to
learn all she sees – hears and mostly feels,
a scholar he is not – but a man who exhales
deeply in the face of the hard truth of adversity.
The dogs send out their battle cry,
a bloodless blithe is not their concern,
the power of arrogance is their only
impudence – as the Crows cry out in pain.