Embers in her eyes,
she laughs through thorn and snowfall—
luck bends where she steps.
From her tail, a rope
dangles between root and road,
holding both worlds close.
This is my journey,
Nate Long “Owl”
For Savvi

Embers in her eyes,
she laughs through thorn and snowfall—
luck bends where she steps.
From her tail, a rope
dangles between root and road,
holding both worlds close.
This is my journey,
Nate Long “Owl”
For Savvi
