She circled the atmosphere above,

speaking a language

I didn’t understand.

My mustang did,

he looked up

as if to recognize a kindred spirit.


He was the one that told me to listen to

what the hawk had to say.

I feel so inadequate

with my senses,

unlike the wild creatures who are the Tao

and have no need to read books to figure it out.

My masters have feathers and fur.