lorepunk on Nostr: Prowlers pass our very door and devils howl with torch and stake, beloved gentle bids ...

Prowlers pass our very door
and devils howl with torch and stake,
beloved gentle bids me wake—
a bird we’ve never seen before
hops merrily from tuft to tuft
to find the little new spring grubs.
Blue wing flashes everyday love,
and, dear Almighty—is enough.