The Seven Beasts
I follow the ancient pathof bison hooves imprinted on sacred hills
The spider, who heeds my distress,Stitches my wounds with her palps of needles and her silvery silk
I hear a procession of elephantsTheir majesty, our reverence; their memory, our moral compass
The dragonfly tells me that it is safe hereI take in a sip from the river
In the birth of night, the owl wards me from dangerIts eyes ever present as talons grasp my shoulder
The lone wolf approaches when I am led astrayHis howl directs my gaze
And the Great Bear, whose hide shrouds within seven stars,Guides me to the unwavering star