Hunting For Moose
hunting for moose
tonight sitting here
knowing you are far
into the forest hunting.
i ride in the pocket
over your heart
warm and safe.
the lullaby of your earth drum
beats at my back.
i rest upon the swells
of your chest a sea of
sweet breath rocking me
i will always be here
for your spirit has found
a place for me too.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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