When Drums Hit the Sky

the dawn rises over the forest, the dawn promised to wait for us in the eyes of the eagle the drums smile and dance eagles jump up, take turns around the lake, one round, the second round ... fourth, the drums hit the sky, feathers fall off, smoothly are falling, and are kissing the grass, and are kissing the earth when the eagles come down and down with the beak are catching the fish from below waters the thundering sounds swear the waterfall to be combed by the sun when drummers smolder all year round like the star of the night, smolder like coal extracted from the hearts of ojibwe people.