Model Rival: A Lullaby

I too am frequently mistaken

for those only distantly

related to me

I too sing a song

others consider grating

am inclined to hide

found objects I too am viewed

sometimes as a warrior

goddess sometimes

an omen sometimes

an entity of uncleanliness

and deceit depending

I too value a good

twig like to slide

down a snow-

covered hill

I too follow others’

tracks dreaming