The Dawn of the Robin
The Wren may be many a thing,
but has it heard the Robin sing?
Both a sight to set your eyes upon,
with their gifts of song before they're gone.
Waking me up at the break of day,
first I heard the Wren in his dismay.
"I fly in all three worlds, I'll take you there,
I share my lore with all who's fair."
So I followed the Wren into the woods of old,
entered a sacred circle to join their fold.
This path I've chosen was walked by few,
only to learn that the Robin also knew!
* * * * * * *
Each bird has its song
and if you hearken long
It becomes your own
now another is known
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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