The bird tried to flutter away,
Sounded like a flap and a snap
The wolf leaped just in time
To make it sound like a chase prelude

The sensational stories that are woven now
For the coincidental chase flap and snap
A chorus of chirps and quirks
No recording devise for these mortal ones

Someone said a prophecy fulfilled
A wolf ran and bit off the bird’s leg
And wears it now around his neck
For protection, pride or bragging-ness.

The others say the bird’s leg was part
Of an ancient mystery still to be solved
That the wolves were men and the bird, creature of magic
That the birds leg means infinite tragic

Befalls those that took from the bird, the song of great consequence
A piece will always be missing, and is felt
The wolves started to howl a yearning
Forever in the night looking to the sky

Some say they see the bird in the moon
In the crevices patterns come to soothe
The song that they took from that creature
Howls at the white ball looking for the creature it once belonged to.

– by Mimmi

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