The Author

ANIMAL Teachers: Winged Ones: Crow Family

 

The Author

Lying in ferns, mossy beds,

Pelt covering from toe to head,

A bubble appeared inside my mind,

And evolved to a scene I could not understand.

 

An old man stood in front of me,

And the wind echoed the words

That escaped from his lips,

And my ears perked up to listen.

 

“Whom do you call,

A person with black hair and eyes,

Naive he is, novice he is always,

A raven he encompasses,

Observant his nature.

Courage, Valor, Honor,

None he carries,

Only fear gnaws inside him,

As he goes on with his journey?”

 

And my heart throbs ever louder,

And I clench my fists, because only one person fits that description.

And as the word “me’ escapes my lips,

The light of confirmation is seen in those eyes.

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “The Author

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s