On The Lamb

light from the fire peers through the

darkness like cat eyes on a black cat,

no one is alone in this valley especially

when one is on the lamb...  my deception

was as clear as the crystal pond in which

I bathed this morning...  we are left to

guide ourselves into our future even

if our future is one of imprisonment,

under a big tree I sleep as if I were at

home with my uncle who is built

that big and more but is a gentle as

a bear who catches salmon who try

to swim upstream in front of him...

we mend our fences on a daily basis

but only with those who have knocked

them down intentionally in their haste

to make a name for themselves by

arresting those who are out of touch

with the rules of the game...  we pay

fees to cowbooys to protect us from

the natives but we jail those who 

have stolen from us to feed their

families...  a tender wife and the

love of family sees us through the

winter and we surrender in spring.

30 September 2022