Mar 30, 2015, 07:41
After decades
collecting images of eagles,
I finally learn
my spirit guide
is a tree squirrel.
In all those dreams
I took long leaps, but was
never able to fly.
All those pathways through the air
were filled with wood,
the slow, melted glass
oozing of the trees.
I know the compromise,
never a bird,
but not quite earthbound.
![[Image: squirrelSM.jpg]](http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WIHWo7DD-Vc/VRlOBrZcv3I/AAAAAAAAH60/SCGouaEnFxc/s1600/squirrelSM.jpg)
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![[Image: squirreltreepaintSM.jpg]](http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BKOVRw4N_mE/VRlONQmoTRI/AAAAAAAAH7A/nmK22VnCv6g/s1600/squirreltreepaintSM.jpg)
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![[Image: squirreltreeSM.jpg]](http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iZtdmK9jXWk/VRlONdlP_2I/AAAAAAAAH68/AAWkk4OfhfE/s1600/squirreltreeSM.jpg)
collecting images of eagles,
I finally learn
my spirit guide
is a tree squirrel.
In all those dreams
I took long leaps, but was
never able to fly.
All those pathways through the air
were filled with wood,
the slow, melted glass
oozing of the trees.
I know the compromise,
never a bird,
but not quite earthbound.
.
.