Trickster

See the fool
Secure in his ignorance
He harkens not to the barking of the dogfox at his heel
His sure strides ever cliffward
As one sublime.
~~~
Why did you wake me?
I find my dream stolen
Did I not seek you out with gifts of parched corn and venison?
Still you remain - silently unseen
The Trickster.
~~~
At once astray
The muddy tracks I follow
Grey-puff droppings are all that remain to paint your presence
In this land you rule
Shaman Dog.


Kiyotei
Oct 93