Gentle Chorus
The air is wintry
The morning sky is silver
And still the birds sing
I cease all of my actions
To hear their gentle chorus
poem by Nate Flying Owl
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Samurai
Surviving underneath the midnight sky
Hidden by the shadows of this grim world
The tiger is traversing silently
His whole body seemingly unweary
A samurai whose master is the moon
A phantom whose labors go unnoticed
Until after such deeds are at an end
From this his duty you cannot rend
Ev'ry eye that catches a glimpse of him
Finds beauty and terror in his presence
Such strong reactions as reverence and scorn
From sightings of this warrior are born
Unrestrained by the shadows of this world
The tiger is the soldier of heaven
And is the reason why the angels croon
A samurai whose master is the moon
poem by Nate Flying Owl
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Soft Spray
As gravity pulls river water down
A huge explosion of sound reverberates
And I feel the falling of the water
As if I was a part of the river
As the water glides over the high cliff
I strain to listen to ev'ry sound made
Expecting some profound revelation
To hear the words of God in the water
As the waterfall plunges to the earth
Releasing a soft spray that kisses me
I listen to the din of the water
Hoping to hear the lessons of nature
As I stand here listening to the roar
Of the waterfall moving before me
I also hear the peace surrounding me
Easing the chaos that torments my soul
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poem by Nate Flying Owl
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Intense Warrior
A companion of the stars and the moon
The great-horned owl flies within the forest
All his feathers are speechless in the night
Persisting as the warrior he is
When he stares at you with his yellow eyes
There's a phantom strangeness surrounding him
And when you look back into that owl's face
You know he is looking into your soul
No one can predict the owl's train of thought
Through the years of hunting in the shadows
This intense warrior restrains his voice
He knows not to speak often in the night
Living amongst the trees, the great-horned owl
Braves the night and befriends the satrs and moon
A fierce hunter flying in a fierce world
How thunderous the silence of his wings
poem by Nate Flying Owl
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