After I scat the cat, then in they flit;
those sparrows bob and rock the blossom boughs;
behind them high in thorns the blackbirds sit;
he pours his tuneful riffs, dry thoughts to douse.
The dandelions expectant for the sun
from cracks in banked clouds treasure up their cheer.
All tell me it's a long way I have come
along the road of Never to be here.
Along the windblown tracks of Nothing, found
friends and love; though I don't caper and fling,
but drink-in quiet, grateful the deep wound
is closing and that words still sprout fledged wings...
and fly from me about the blue-white globe.
Doff my black cap; unclasp my heron robe.
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I was thinking of Ged in 'The Wizard of Earthsea' by Ursula K Le Guin He flies a long way as a hawk and then has difficulty turning back into a human being.
