Lost Mate

Majestic crane, passing overhead,

where is your mate? You fly solo now

yet once you soared wing to wing.

Is it the hunter who brought her down

in these fields you fly each day until the

darkening sky coaxes you to earth?

Does the music of the night carry rest

or will you merely bide, listening for the

first sounds of dawn to summon you

once more to the sky?

Be patient, mighty crane, for you shall find

her in the stillness of time where all seekers

gather for the last harvest.