Can you be sure we are not angels?
We are blessed,
and bless others in return.
Hawks of power
bring
doves of peace
but not like you may have been told,
for true eyes see that true peace is the only true power.
Bouncing,
ball and all.
I jump to catch it
and the earth always catches me.
sometimes harder than others.
still, I too, bounce back.
Yes, I have two tails,
each with a story to tell.
Yet I can as easily free myself these tails, should they inhibit my freedom.
Can you so readily shed yours?
I fear you are more attached to your tales than I am to mine.
I’m no bug in a rug.
I’m not your Cavalier crepe nor some barking burrito!
I am simply pure clean love,
All wrapped up.