Monday, February 22, 2010

bay

the moon is a beacon that heralds the night,
the wolf is now speaking, as he howls at its light.
he calls for the ones that are lost or in pain,
he calls, they don't answer, so he calls again.
where are my people, my pack, my friends.
the trees are my steeple, will this slaughter end?

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I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings