tapestry of an owl

Dance on a Moonbeam

A song for the WildWood Guardians

I danced on a moonbeam at the edge of the sky
Called to the Owl as they passed me by
The Owl cried ‘who’
And I thought ‘I’m not sure’
So I closed my eyes and danced some more

I danced through the dew of a meadow in the morn
I spied a sleepy Fox looking all forlorn
The Fox cried ‘What’
And then they were gone
But I wasn’t sure, so I danced on

I danced through the woods in the head of the day
And a Kingly Stag stood right in my way
The Stag cried ‘When’
And gave me that stare
But I danced on by, still so unaware

I danced through the hills in the sun’s dying glow
Right by a Mother Bear standing head to toe
The Bear cried ‘Where’
And pounced on her prey
But I didn’t hear, and I danced on my way

I danced through the dark of a sky with no moon
I heard a baby Cub and thought I’ll be with you soon
The Cub cried ‘Why’
And it shook me to my core
So I danced deep inside, and I opened my door

© AM (Xander) Hunter October 2022

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Stoneacorn (Xander)

These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography. I am a poet, a song writer, a witch. I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with. My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green. My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds. My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak. I am Stoneacorn

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