Saturday, 27 April 2013

Where the Pussywillows Fly

I dreamed of a world where pussywilllows flew 
Soft bodies filled the air 
Whirring about with long blue wings

Sending vibrations coursing 

Causing every tiny hair on my body 
To stand 

Erect ~ Alive ~ Eager

To reach 
In surprise and awe

I dreamed of a world where Mother cats prowled 
Nomads moving freely with kittens in  mouths
Nurturing their young in the ways of the feral psyche

The air I breathed came alive

Charging against the boundaries of my lungs
Pressing, infusing smells

Ocean ~ Wind ~ Animal

The wild
Fruitful and untamed

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