Karen Brooks

Night wind woman, standing still , masked in bleakness
Waiting, watching, wanting, a blood sniff carries
in the darkness of danger, intuition
alerted. Senses full.

Sacred waters pooling. A child in danger.
Far away. A will whispered in the wind.
Climb! Climb the tree! Indrawn breath exhaled. Danger
gone. Tense back, relaxed.

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