SPIRIT

A time in coldest winter’s hunt,
Exacting stealth of huntress’ walk
To listen for the prey’s confront,
My eyes scan tree lines as I stalk
 
In silent running fallen ice
The words of lyrics’ quiver lie,
Melodic whispers to entice
As ‘neath the snow they fearful hide.
 
To take a leap the moment when
The breaking of eclipsing moon
Releases shards of glass’ descend,
False shadows of false day’s illume,
 
My ears lay flat against my fur
As then I flinch from bright assault,
The tribal chants within me stir
O’er muted frozen creek I vault.
 
Once on the other side to halt,
Alert I wheel around to roar  
To call with ancient spell exalt,  
A tiger’s song of spirit lore
 
On gentle rise of powder white
A silhouette of eagle’s wing,
To soar across then out of sight
Yet not before I hear her sing.