mycatlikestuna

I heard the owls I heard them call They laughed They cried They told me all. The frogs and I were friends those days. Rambunctious reunions of assorted arrays. Upside-down and inside out, Black-throated thrums of tickling fun. My world stopped cold twilight still; When lightning sparked,              & struck,              & shook, the crooked beams of wire's cold handed stroke. Purple clouds ablaze, while hanging in the sky my brother swung softly to and by. An angel in Heaven, luminous orb. Piercing cries heard no more. Spirits vanished, wisps abandoned, stars faded, favored famines terminated. I never heard the owls call. they left