The dawn of the day we arrived, Abel Murrietta saw a big mountain lion sitting behind our gate. This is not an omen but a lion, the border guard athwart our time in the chaos of the wild, the other that draws us to speechlessness, the lion behind the gate turning her head, flowing up the mountainside to sit, gazing at twilight at the @3casita@1, creek bed , our shared thickets. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND by THOMAS MOORE UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 6. A VISIT FROM THE SEA by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE MERRIMAC by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE STORY OF ZERBIN AND ISABELLA, FR. ORLANDO FURIOSO by LUDOVICO (LODOVICO) ARIOSTO THE SUN IS DOWN by JOANNA BAILLIE |