What Do I See?

Dark,
Green, swirling green.
Two patches of grass in an ivory sea,
islands, safety.
A crow in the centre spreading his wings
Yet not quite ready to fly.
The grass sways in a gusting wind,
Will it be uprooted?
No.
Strength, power.
The eagle in the sky above one of the islands.
The hoods hooked over them that keep them safe
Protect me.

His eyes, I see him sleeping and they’re gone,
And I am left alone.

In the mirror I see mine.
Dark,
Green, swirling green
Two patches of grass lost in an ivory sea

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About pasameerday

I haven't got a lot of time to keep you interested, so I'll be quick. I'm a writer from the UK, primarily of fantasy and sci-fi short stories, and occasionally of strange, nonsensical poetry. I like cats, the Sims, and pizza, and I go to sleep to the sound of a keyboard. I've been writing for my entire life; to be honest, I don't think I could ever bring myself to stop. I have a feeling I'm losing you, so I'll bring this to an end before you slowly start to back up, hoping I'll stop talking long enough for you to make a quick getaway. Wait... Where are you going? Hey! Wait! ... Stop!!
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