The argument went on and on
night after night.
Every evening began
a new round in the debate.
We lay in our beds
light still holding onto the sky
dark silhouette of pines
looming outside the windows.
Sometimes there was a pause
as if new evidence in Katie’s case
had come to light for review
all sides taking it into consideration.
The disagreement continued.
It continued as the sky relaxed
and fell into darkness,
became louder as Big Bear appeared,
took his position on the matter.
as the archer raised his bow
concurring with the crowd.
and neither did we.
We tried to stay awake long enough
to hear the outcome of her fate,
eyes weighted by the rocking rhythm
Katie did …. Katie didn’t ….
we surrendered to nocturnal journeys
far from Katie and her advocates.
Our reveries were interrupted only
by the creep of morning and the question
of the doves “who, hoo, who?”
No one answered them,
but we always knew in our hearts
that it was never Katie.