Eutierria

And there they were

Her Shadow and Her Silhouette

Obscured through squinted eyes and clandestine sunrise

Both creatures are a part of the morning menagerie.

The one cries softly under a weighted blanket, like a bat draped in leather wings, hidden and frail

The other dances through the dawn, like a lioness on the prowl, confident and powerful

Yet both are more beautiful to me than any rare species in the wild