Nate Flying Owl Poems

In the dead of January
I saunter beneath darkened clouds
Evergreens remaining silent
Snowflakes drift in speechless beauty
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The air is wintry
The morning sky is silver
And still the birds sing
I cease all of my actions
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As my teeth slice into its flesh
Sweet juices spill over my tongue
And steadily slide down my throat
As I swallow chewed chunks of pulp
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A pair of well used hiking boots
Rest beside an open doorway
Their leather no longer stiff
As the first day they were applied
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Remember the songs of silence
That have serenaded your life
With unexpected beauty
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Far beneath the canopy
Bathed in moonlight, a jaguar
Strides with grace through the night
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Kokopelli, mythic flutist,
Does any of today's music
Hold up to your criteria?
Are modern composers worthy
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Dearest Tata Madiba, may you rest in peace,
Your time on Earth is done and your life was well-lived.
By your efforts, people of South Africa and-
Throughout the world now see the forest for the trees;
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The first cool drop of water
Released from the skyward mist
On an autumn afternoon
Traverses my sweaty brow
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Orca, my dear companion,
The sunlight shines on my skin
But darkness still surrounds me
Each dreadful moment I spend
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