Two pair of eyes watch me,
So intense, so expectant.
Alive and full,
waiting and ready.
One pair icy blue,
Like the sky reflected off,
A pool of glacier water,
Living arctic water,
Living arctic sky.
The other pair warm brown,
Like the fertile silt in a stream,
Water so clear, silt so still,
Living forest water,
Living forest earth.
Two pairs so different,
Two pairs so alike,
The wild spirit of the far north,
The expectant knowledge of food.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 3:35 PM UTC
Two pair of eyes watch me,
So intense, so expectant.
Alive and full,
waiting and ready.
One pair icy blue,
Like the sky reflected off,
A pool of glacier water,
Living arctic water,
Living arctic sky.
The other pair warm brown,
Like the fertile silt in a stream,
Water so clear, silt so still,
Living forest water,
Living forest earth.
Two pairs so different,
Two pairs so alike,
The wild spirit of the far north,
The expectant knowledge of food.
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