Cora

 

Cora loves to hear the birds,

Sometimes in her pose,

Eyes closed and legs crossed,

Breathing slowly through her nose.

 

Hearing many sounds abound,

She picks out the sweet bird sound,

With eyes closed and her legs crossed,

She ignores the other noises around.

 

Focusing on sweet bird song,

And willing to sit there all night long,

As more time begins to pass,

Others join Cora, upon the grass,

 

Deeper and deeper into the void she goes,

Thinking about, well nobody knows.

Cora's pose still in hold,

Letting go a story, long untold.

 

So here they are,

All deep in thought,

Minds full of wonder,

When all is good and its time to go,

They will be pleased to have joined her.