Noesis iii

the lone chick drudges,

heartsick? she isn't.

she's blind, see, of fate—

of the dark, the eagles 

that soar grievous,

preying on freedom.

but hope, her friend,

sits in a vacuum,

clear, unseen and free,

painting roads to envisage

herself going places.

Katey chews over the paintings

and bosoms her friend,

and her struggle,

and when summer amounts 

not only does she fly,

but soars heinous,

picks up novel land,

green and befits a kingdom. 

©toosole