Little me was known as Winnie’s Shadow;
Baby birds [fledglings] chirping “Mama Whoa!”
Animals dream – I think – kaleidoscope;
Life evoked “me” disappearing…a black hole.
At night, lights fluctuate, dark wall, gravestone;
becoming everyone else’s shadow.
Persevere mischievous Crow, be the flow.
Barefoot in the purple flowers, meadow –
Learning to live and like myself – alone.