The Pipe   by Jim TwoFeathers

As I sit here with my pipe under the light of  Grandmother's Moon.

Drawing in the sacred tobacco.

I watch the smoke drifting up

Carrying my prayers to Father Sky.

I remember.....looking back to my Medicine Path.

How I came to be here....Seeing

As I watch the pipe's essence rising

The Owl within me and the Owl now drifting up in the smoke will at last......