i thought i had a clue,
but i did not.

i did not see
the sinister vines
of reality
creeping up my legs
curling around my waist
tendrils whispering
through my neurons.

i had no idea
that humans
could be
wolves.
awful circling beasts
bearing teeth
and claws
hungry
for
blood.

these humans
blind you with
their trickery and lies
so you do not see
the blood
on their hands.

i was a woman
turned  big eyed doe
being stalked by her predator
confused
afraid
in hiding

while the hunt played out
the woman
continued to
love.
this turned
out to be
a sad state
of affairs.
the woman
and the doe
became one…
blind…trusting…loving

when massive jaws
crushed bones
and stopped life
both woman and deer
died.

the wolf lives.
the wolf thrives.
the wolf sacks rome.

from the ashes and the bones of
the woman and deer
was born a mythical bird
turned not so mythical.

she soars
she observes
she remembers
she contemplates
she does not understand

but she must continue  forward
on beautiful wings
    someday she will love
another who soars
another who loves

not a mangy dog
that crushes the bones
bleeds the throat
of the woman
who loved him.