This New Feeling
While no one is explicitly mentioned, this poem is about Quailpaw's feelings for Honeypaw, and of course Creameyes is being a bad mother as per usual.
I'm not yet comfortable with the word
The word that fits you and me
I'm not yet comfortable with the word,
But I know the feeling of love that drew it forth
When I look at the sky now, I look at it for you
Your smile blows me away like a soft breeze,
The sound of your voice is my favorite noise
I think I may understand this new feeling
But I'm not yet comfortable with the word
Her words hurt me
Too much neglect will do that
Skew the sap's passage, blacken leaves, chill the soul like a winter breeze
Everything we have whispered and sung together, all silenced by pouring rain
She hurts me
A mother who is not very motherly
But despite this,
All of this,
I think I may understand this new feeling
Do you understand it, I wish to ask
I feel like we are sparrows still wondering how the jay stole our eggs
It's so confusing for me
I've never felt this way before
When I look at the sky now, I look at it for you
Your smile blows me away like a soft breeze,
The sound of your voice is my favorite noise
I think I may understand this new feeling
But her words have hurt me
I just cannot let her hurt me longer
I need you
Do you need me?