J'ai une idee

It is a boat party, after all.

A Name

I was walking, willy-nilly, through the wood

with bones of frozen water crunching under my feet

I came upon a lake of ice

and stopped to ponder there

I threw a glance into the sky

and saw a crow fly high

something fell down from it's back

and hit the lake below

I heard the crack but didn't step back,

instead I ran towards the hole

I jump inside and there I find

a boy, frigid with cold

I took his arm and pulled him out

of water just like ice,

the boy's and mine's bones were just as cold

but then he awoke

He stood and stared and asked me there,

"Do you not have wings?"

I laughed and asked him back to mine

And as I turned, he gasped aloud -

"Why, you don't!"

He was not kidding, as I saw

for the feathers wrapped around his shoulders

lifted of their own volition

and stretched out, flinty with frost

He had wings, and I did not,

but he came anyway

We sat in front of the fireplace

I slept, and he went away.

I wonder what his name is.