Yoga on the Screen Porch at 4

Two mischievous ones
stripes flared in moonlight
didn’t flinch (or flex)
at the warrior posed
above them

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they intent to forage
just before dawn
and she to breathe
the star-lit moment
deeply
hold the silence for

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their leaf scrratching
and indecipherable giggles
were her guru’s chant
hiding mythology

and god

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thank god

for she had no fight left
just breath
and stars
and the
quiet morning pause
punctuated
momentarily
by skunks

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