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Heron - lyrics
Mother, the moon was low and grey when grandfather and I came out of the trees. The house was dark, so we left your battered oven in the grassy field with the chirping crickets. Grandfather felt my sun-burnt neck, then he brought me a musky hide from his bed, and I traced the railing down the stairs. When I woke up from the sparrow dream, I felt a spider crawling on my leg. Mother, I pushed off the cold damp hide, and I crept up the stairs. Grandfather lay asleep, fingers woven in your hair. I felt an aching in my heron leg. A heron stood on your rusted oven as I crossed the lonely field. Mother, you found me at the river�s edge, shivering on the stones. You held me as the sun rose into the colored sky. I heard a rough croak in the distance. |
