Blind Luck

The air pattered dry voices

chittered through leaves

an answer to an earlier pulse

wings snared out to sky

Hodr could hear blood in ears

each organ turned as season

while he stood in rustle

so, Loki was no surprise

As he folded only one blade

with a singular misplaced step

he stood deep downwind

but Hodr caught damp grass

Until Loki parted thickets

to whisper a game

Strike your brother as that tree

loud as a murder, cackling over

Hodr drew his bow and missed