She cringes in the shadow Feral eyes waiting for a chance To take what has always been hers Fingers clenched into talons No tears No regret No joy She lost all of that When she lost herself But the scuttling creature of the shadows Does not remember That was before her advent The crow sounds his raucous call Tilting on his powerline perch And she blends in With the darkness That is the only home She has ever known -Wendy Lobb 1996 |
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