I wake in the heart of
a cold winter night
pick up my paper and
pencil to write
Words on a page fall like
leaves from a tree
in uncertain order
reveals whoa is me
Genus and species
an artist unfolds
poems and songs each
one longs to be told
The days and evenings
I pass here at home
a horse and three cats so
i feel less alone
Rather a part of
my animal clan
they love and forgive me
for being a man ~
Lions Mane 