The ninth day of the third month
The owls chortle this final grunt
Friends shall brand a sorry heart
Nothing left, not even a spark
Tu-wit tu-woo from one end to the other
The knowing, blessed connection to Mother
A lighter, younger nightly responder
I offer my thoughts and emotions to yonder
Choices sent to the great white moon
Devotions to a better life coming soon
Circles of intentions all welled up tight
Off for a walk I must go tonight.
Dogs run at will jingling in their wind
Guardians protect and never cringe
The barriers are broken, the line is drawn
Tomorrow brings a brand new dawn
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