Skybathing/Windigo
their eyes blinked in morse
but we acted like robins do
and our phosphorescent crests were withering
ash glissaded onto him
it piled until he animated
he then conducted the clouds
with his glitter
upon his dusk we find our gleam fading
in our skulls
was the pounding of his dash
we flew so far away
from our nest
to where we believed skybathing was safe
but now we've stirred windigo
invade us til sleep
no one can dream
when we wake up we can't
breathe free
with the sky suds we cleansed
but our nemesis still invaded
so we closed the clam shell
but still felt his breath