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...grandmother was right...

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Today,

as I sat on the back deck,

drinking morning coffee,

watching the birds squabble,

two crows landed on the nearest tree.

They seemed to be in conversation,

cawing in my direction,

their heads bobbing,

feet weaving,

until several wrens

began provoking them,

flying close with loud chirps.

At first the crows ignored them,

but soon there were too many

and the crows took off, flying East.

 

The whole scene seemed surreal,

since it’s been several months

that any crows have been around;

not even a fly-by.

The wrens though

have been friendly,

a few even perching on the deck,

then eating the seeds

I placed on the table for them.

I pretended

they wanted to say hi,

leaving a calming touch

on my mind.

 

As I savored this moment,

there was movement

near the trees down by the stream.

A big black wolf emerged

and came to me,

sitting by my feet,

awaiting me to scratch

behind his ears.

As my fingers combed through his fur,

I felt his weariness;

felt the wounds and scars,

the fight he waged for survival.

I knew then, this beast

was my wolf spirit,

ragged, but not defeated.

Just as Grandmother told me,

he found his way home.

 

Home.

You once told me

you were searching for the place

you felt was home,

as this world was alien to you;

that you did not belong.

 

Existence

 is strange,

multi-dimensional,

with no plan predetermined.

We choose the path we travel,

the place we can call ‘home’;

feel alive, and live.

All we meet along the way,

in one way or another,

help us choose our path.

 

Home.

I believe these two crows

guided my wolfen spirit

back to me.

With the wrens and wolf

protecting me, guiding me,

I have found my ‘home’.

I don’t think I will see

these crows again.

Badb has returned across the sea,

giving back my warrior’s sword,

knowing I am at last,

at peace.

Author's Note

….thanks for reading...

Reviews

[barleygirl]

It seems like it’s been way too long since I’ve read one of your totally-mesmerizing stories about natural journeys in connection with animal totems & native guidance. This story-in-a-poem drags me along for the ride. I love the way nature & real life are intertwined. Your poem describes the way I feel about finally moving to this place where I now live. It’s “home” for all these reasons & I love the line about how people we meet along the way guide us to finding our power places (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Onlyme]

Great poem about self-acceptance and finding inner peace via your spirit nature animals coming together as one.

[redzone]

nice of you to stop by and thank you for your nice review...

[Onlyme]

Your very welcome. redzone.

[Delmar Cooper]

I have no clue about your intent in this story/poem. Frankly I never much care about a writer’s intent anyway; the poem was a gift, was it not? So thanks. I know nothing at all about wolves and have only self delusional stereotypical notions of totems and animal spirits, although ignorance has never been an impediment to my writing. Wrens are another matter. I respect and admire wrens and I respect and despise crows. The two don’t get along probably due to the inbred clannishness of crows. Crows are smart, but unfortunately they know it and flaunt it about.

Wrens are not smart, if they were they wouldn’t nest so close to humans who are also inbred and clannish, and also not smart, but don’t know it (perhaps another reason to despise the honest arrogance of crows).

Wrens can’t count. Tanagers build crappy nests. When a baby Summer Tanager did a header out the nest I put him in with the wren babies. I suppose each wren parent thought he took after the spouse’s side of the family. All survived, and I suppose for the animals that is as close to a “happily ever after” as it gets.

Enjoyed your writing. Thanks.

[redzone]

thanks Delmar, glad you visited and left such a nice comment...
I do like crows, they are intelligent and one of the few birds to use tools... they are rascally as you say and that too is right up my alley... lol... glad you enjoyed the read..

[Papaya]

I can relate very much to the search for home, the peace that comes with know that you are where you need to be, at last. I am still wandering, but i am grateful for the roof over my head. I like the peaceful feel here and the closure.

[redzone]

truth be told Ana, there is peace, but it is more from acceptance than actual closure... that is something I will only achieve when the time is right...

it is really wonderful your comment, thank you Ana

[Papaya]

you are very welcome and yes, i know what you mean about acceptance

[Lyn Anderson]

I like the soothing conversational tone of this piece. It isn't preachy, or maudlin, rather it's a delightful story with a "matter of fact" feel. We'll done

[redzone]

it is a story of sorts that still has no ending, just acceptance that things are the way they are.... sometimes finding 'home' means still having hopes and dreams....

what you describe is what I wanted to achieve so thank you Lyn for seeing this....

[Lyn Anderson]

Oh for goodness sake. That autocorrect on my phone mucked me up again. WELL done. Sheesh

[redzone]

Lyn, I am fluent in autocorrect speak... so no worries... I usually don't have to worry about autocorrect since when I use my phone I often just lose what I have typed to the evil cyberspace thingies...

[Lyn Anderson]

Ah but it hurts my spellcheck ocd

[redzone]

LOL... is that very painful?? ;0)

[Lyn Anderson]

Excruciating darling. Really.

[Kami]

As a Grandmother myself, that is what enticed me to read this piece. I had to look up "Badb" and was thrilled to see the connection to your poem. I know that all of Nature (and the Universe for that matter) is connected and Spirit Animals are a truth that can't be denied. Thank you for sharing!

[redzone]

thank you Kami for such a kind comment... I also think everything is connected... unfortunately, we humans have become disconnected from each other, as well as nature...

I am happy that you enjoyed this poem....