he had the feet of a snake
and the wings of a hare
like many desert creatures
carried a pack of brambles
on his back to capture
the morning’s moisture
i asked
–old man, why do you toil
setting stone upon stone
every day when the crows
steal them at night
and carry them to the ocean
where they drop them in
sea?
he placed yet another boulder
upon the pile
dust covered his face
his hands were those of a coyote
he laughed
–to bring water to the desert
Words and Feathers 
love it. Really clever use of words.
Thank you.
Brilliant narrative poem with striking details. I felt like I was in the poem
Thanks!
I wish I could triple like this!! Your poem is wonderfully crafted.
It reminds me of the stories we hear from our local Lenape Storyteller.
Thank you for sharing your beautiful creation.
Thank you so much.
You are most welcome.
Your work truly speaks for itself. 😀