Mhùkwinùnt Pe Asuwit

Between burnt
         tuwchalakwm stumps,
               he jumps,
bristles in predator stride.
 
He pounces out of ash,
         heat-cracked wood,
         upon gravel.
         Stalking shadows,
         invisible prey,
         like the predators
we dream ourselves to be.
 
His song,
         coaxed forth
         by blood
         coloured feathers,
deep chested
cuts through
heavy air,
         ripples
         with polyphonic
         edges of melody,
         flows widely
         in search of
         an unanswered
         duet