27. THREE FEATHERS

Sorority of the dawn

With your feathers on

Brothers have always

Watched sisters from afar

Combing each other's hair

Holding hands

Singing, giggling, talking

Cuddling warm

Falling asleep entwined

A special feminine world

Apart from

Males who must

Peek through windows or bushes

To see it.

The sweetness

Is a female thing

A mystery

A key...

Sisters harbor within themselves

The vestiges

Of the ancient world

Which could cure

The insanity

Of this one

If ever

Asked.