©Aislynn d'Merricksson, 2003
I race across the golden plains,
paws kicking up glittering dust.
Reaching a precipice I leap,
changing form as I fall through the air.
Once Wolf, now Thunderbird
I wing my way across the cloudy sky,
each wingbeat a clap of thunder,
each cry a burst of lightning.
The wind blows through azure feathers
and I feel more alive than ever.
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