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My Heritage

My Heritage

Dreams can be so vivid.

A raven came in a dream and called me owl

A wolf came growling and said I cry foul

He is not an owl I think he is kin to the devil

Surrounding me with fire on a spiritual level

Raven cawed casting some magic of his own

He is only troubled I think he has no home

Wolf arched his back giving an eerie howl

The one called owl hoo hooted with a scowl

Along came coyote to join with his friends

Yipping loudly owl needs to make amends

The spirits will then reset his path for him

Trickster head held high yelped out a hymn

Raven and wolf joined in singing along

Owl hummed he didn't know this song

They gathered in a circle with outstretched hands

Captured in the centre like a hub owl stands

Dancing and chanting twirling owl around

Twisting the fire into ashes on the ground

Along came the wind with a powerful gust

Creating a cyclone converting ashes into dust

Owl overwhelmed his body now naked and pink

Unsure of who he really is am I owl or am I mink

Awaking from this dream shaking my head in disbelief

Still not aware of who I really am but feeling such relief

Armed with the knowledge my friends do care about me

They will help me find my roots and who I truly be

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