Haikus for the Tribe

I cannot hear them

Anymore, or their wild

Musings, only wind.

At night they play loud,

Stuffing breezes full of sound

And strange sweet ruckus.

They dance on the shores,

To dimly heard drum rhythms

And the odd robin

Cawing in the trees,

Alone, shivering, saddened,

Hoping for return.

Hidden behind veils,

They live right alongside me.

We share in these woods.

But they are all home.

I am just an odd nomad,

Calling this place mine.



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