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Wildcat
Buckskin doeskin, dust a'risen
Red sky, night sky, star's horizon
Chants are call'n for the wild cat.
Wildcat know the full moon rises.
Growl'n prowl'n , white teeth shine'n
Shadow lurk'n, black eyes hungry
Chants are call'n for the wild cat.
Wildcat know the full moon rises.
Bows in quiver, knife blade spark'n
Blood red painted, black khol ribbon
Chants are call'n for the wild cat.
Wildcat know the full moon rises.
Warrior stomp and woman sway'n
Fire calls and blood runs thick
Chants are call'n for the wild cat.
Wildcat know the full moon rises.
Buckskin doeskin, dust a'risen
Red sky night sky, star's horizon
Chants are call'n for the wild cat.
Wildcat know the full moon rises.
©Naomi Marshall 2017
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Chicken Teeth
PoetryIt's my pleasure to share this eclectic mix of poem, prose, and song. These are stories from the Tidewater: that gentle land that slopes into the sea and cradles the Great Dismal Swamp. I hope you enjoy the read'n of em as much as I have enjoyed...
