The wilderness of the forest, demons roaming around yearning to haunt me, no one their for me except Sioux. Flying, soaring in the dark, black sky, her sharp eye watching, looking for predators. Sioux's low, soft, beautiful cry, melting my heart with mixed feelings. Her tears of sadness healing the wounded. She makes my life more exhilarating than it is. Sioux the miracle of my life, without her, I would be but a distant memory. Sioux, my loyal, omnisient, beutiful phoniex, what shall I do in return?
* Sioux is pronounced Sue
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