The swipe of a battle claw
Tears through feathers and flesh
Like the golden lightning that rips the night sky in two.
The soft voice of healing
Saves others from the dark reaches
Of death and the obscure void, bringing safety and education.
Both spotted owls,
Strix occidentalis,
Educated, refined, and with sublime gizzards
Fall into one another, their fates intertwined.
An odd thing love is,
Bringing those who differ like the night from the day,
The sea from the hills,
The skies from the tunnels,
Together and staying that way forever.
Otulissa and Cleve
Love each other so.
Even if others don't expect it, maybe if they themselves
Don't even realize it.
Love bursts forth from their gizzards, their embrace
And loving words.
Otulissa is Cleve's treasure
And Cleve is Otulissa's never-dying amaranth,
A gorgeous flower,
A bright orchid,
A cymbidium strumella.
The scent of herbs upon the breeze,
Copper Rose harvest,
And the pungent smell of fresh blood
Mingle together.
The various books –
Joke books, historical memoirs, and Legends
Are being read by many.
Love flows from one to another, just as knowledge does.
Otulissa and Cleve's
Primaries,
the tips of their wings – both starboard and port –
will always be touching just the slightest bit at least,
their love from the crevices deep within their gizzards
shall remain untainted.
