Rest gently in the palm of my hand,
know not the difference ‘tween mine
and your regular haunts.
Don’t fly, for your company I like,
You’re cold-blooded, much like
those I often come for,
Yet you live and your heart beats so fast,
Like the hooves of the horse I ride
across the last threshold.
Stay with me until my next ride,
’tis only moments away,
And then, then must I go;
For another waits for my embrace,
for my dark cloak to cover
and welcome forever…
Cold – 12-8171 | Canon EOS 60D, Tamron 18-270mm | 2012
Click on the image to see it in the Gallery. (Edited image, cloned areas to the left to remove stray foliage, for composition/aesthetic purposes)
© Photograph and Poem copyright to Michael C. Lam
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I am not sure how I feel about the poem/photo as it could be interpreted in different ways. It could very well be an Outlander giving comfort and warmth to the feathery friends or maybe it has nothing to do with the feathery friends. Maybe it should be something that belongs in an Harry Potter novel. :p
Whichever it is, an intriguing piece.
that’s art in all its forms… what the photo inspired me to write has nothing to do with how anyone else sees it 🙂
😀