There was no start to the plan
The focus of mind for span
Leaving homeland of fallen clan

Comrades had long since fallen
In days past full of sullen
Left behind in memory’s talon

Golden brown hair ran down the face
Obscuring joy and sorrow trace
Neck guarded with ruffles of lace

At hip rest silver sword in scabbard
Worn leather under stained tabard
Pants once blue now purple tattered

Steps in cold with glove covered paw
Follows partner with cracked jaw
Tied across back last family shawl

Accosted by winter’s coming howl
Both cannot help but return wind’s scowl
From cloud above burst waterfowl

Desire for a bow enters past the hair
While grounded paw wishes for air
Though neither an attack dare

Hungers nagging pang
Once again shows its fang
While stomachs’ request sang

On horizon smoke from chimney in flight
Next the walled shelter comes into sight
Then shining with occupant light

At gate the two are quizzically met
Having come badlands onset
Untrustworthy is veteran guard bet

Uncommon language barriers form
Not without compassion for pending storm
Outer barn they may rest from coming snow swarm

In hay loft of airy palace
Hair and paw finally find solace
With friendly merchant non-callous

Trio share a pot of soup and bone
Then warm bed with cooking stone
In exchange agree to travel to city of throne

Plans paws keeps close to heart
Hair knows not to turn down cart
Merchant indifferent to his part

There was no end to the plan
The hope of mind for span
Looking for the last of clan

Observations of Lions

She stares out at the savanna, knowing that they play regardless of who may be watching. This is their home and she is but a visitor. Two of them greet each other with gentle head butting that would knock her to the ground. One of them flashes its open mouth, a quick yawn or a warning of the deadliness hidden under her beauty.

Yet she watches in reverie, enthralled with the anticipation of what they will do next as yet another joins the group and shares in the greetings. If not for the apparent size difference, she would think them the same as her ones back home that wait for her return. Her mind wonders to that of sitting in a chair on her computer as one of her cats comes up to her and nuzzles her with affection and want of attention. The joy and comfort she is feeling is amplified by her lover’s hand upon her back. He is there watching in fascination with her too.

The gentle caress of his hand brings to mind his own pet name for her, his snow leopard. Her thoughts dwell on all the attributes it has and she feels like she lacks. It is a creature of great power and beauty; never to be tamed. Questions enter her mind as she wonders if he sees the same things in her that she sees in it. She steels a quick glance and recalls the confidence he has in her, greater than her own sometimes. She feeds on those compliments, repeating them quietly to herself and still questions where he gets such ideas.

The lions in the field are now resting gazing pleasantly across the field now. The cats here are much like the ones at home. As they get sleepy you feel as if they beckon you to sleep with them. Or is it that they leach your energy to recharge themselves. The feeling is hard to say at this moment. For in the comfort of her family she understands why they are comfortable. In this moment she feels as though she empathizes most with the animals in the field more than many she knows back home.

Chasing the sun

Chasing the sun
Chasing the moon
The shortest day of the year
The longest 24 hours.
Two days travel in one,
It’s only Starting.

I saw it all
A distinct path to happiness
She showed me it was all an illusion
Things never to be.

I slept the night
Chasing Dreams.
I awoke this morning,
And found I had none.

It is home.
It is not.
It is far away.
It is not.
So much found un-needed,
So much needed no found.

Through the day,
Under the moon.
A train ride to some place new.
Am I exploring,
or am I running?
A desire becomes reality ,
While another slips away.

The train heads west.
At early morning,
Across Austria,
Into Switzerland,
Slowly I head home.

A welcome break
A reminder of days gone by
A call back home.

Is it what I left?
Am I going back?
A return to the familiar,
But will it ever be the same?

Around the world,
I chased the sun,
I chased the moon,
I ended where I started,
A wiser fool.