(under construction)
looks to be a tree – no, two trees
pair of siblings, never stuck in place
fooling one another with a brave face
as they stride among the breeze
in the deep woods, where thorns hit bone
there may lie the hiss of a lake
blink of an eye and from mouse to snake
quite some trickery, is she too far gone?
a world away, enter pungent smells
basements of iron, blood and bile
despite the wind's colorful smile
called away by the bells
up in the sky, a bird seemed to freeze
quite a mystery, is she alone?
drawn by string through the blue stairwells
how can it be?
are the wings free?
– L