Big Chief Red Feather's Secret
Red Feather speaks,
A brave Indian Chief with a weakness -
Red Feather speaks with flowers.
With ESP he purrs to purple violets
Of their exquisite beauty
Pleasing his quietest hours.
Pink and tender impatiens seem to defy
Rough round artichokes
For their space in his sighs.
And in the grass a seductive dandelion
Leaves its fluff upon his moccasins,
In a world with no guarantees.
Then like a gentle sudden puff of wind,
Restored, Red Feather slips into the night
And whispers his friends to sleep.
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