The whippoorwill that called my name – Lucia Sullivan

Florida Pantha

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β€œIt was the whippoorwill that called my name.
Oh,
Hot,
Sweaty night in the last of Spring.
I heard you there in the forest kiss.
Shadows in wood spots,
Mysterious.
I would find the places there,
That caught and contained the most magical air.
And they would call me odd.
Few souls can understand,
When god calls from sunshine a miracle hand.
The whippoorwills all know my name.
From the potato barn and the creek bed spring.
The wild cats roaming deep in the woods there,
Would recognize my golden hair.
And accept me.
I roamed alone as a wild cat roams.
The woods and hiding spots were home.
The whippoorwills all know my name.
The wild cat human,
Never tamed.’ (For Trevor)
Written by Lucia Sullivan copyright 2018 all rights reserved

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Art: Faint by Gothic Ice Cream @ DeviantArt

luciasullivanpoetry
New York
I AM A CLAIRVOYANT, POET, WRITER, AND SEER. I BELIEVE ALL THINGS ARE MOVING TOWARDS THE LIGHT. I LOVE MUSIC, DANCING, BOATING, NATURE, AND ANIMALS.

 

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