The piece that’s missing
While the old man and the dogs are asleep
The guardians of my soul
my vulnerable defense,
The cat and I are looking
for the piece that’s missing.
Sacred alignment music sounds
and it’s early,before seven.
Some things must be done in the dark.
I really don’t know what I have lost, I only know it’s precious;
could be a friendship,
could be a valve of my heart.
Let’s see if at dawn
Raven brings something on its beak













