Wide eyed furs
Red Runners
Will I be a shrine grazer, or a seed planter
Bright eyes gleam
In mountain dreams
The owl and otter bear are my company
Wild eyed tods
Little forest paws
They leap on white oak beams right above me
I can't feel it the signs and spirits
But all this comes to life
In their euphonies
Wide eyed furs
Red runners
I've aged in ire days
So to see them there
My dreams are theirs