The World Is His Oyster

He stands listening to the breeze whisper its secrets upon his ears,

In tune to the musical whistle of history re-writing today,

The lake that soothes the ground in front of him, whimpers in delight,

As the breeze cools its surface, massaging the water into tiny waves.

**

His head turns sharply as he hears the scream of his brother; the bald eagle,

His eyes search the sky in the direction of the piercing cries,

Another screech reverbs across the horizon, warning of trouble abound,

So he patiently waits, searching the skies with his worried eyes.

**

Thundering feet can be heard from behind, rushing his way,

He recognises the stomps as those of his massive wolf pack,

His skin tightens in anticipation of news that will astound,

But he’ll not panic, not yet; his brothers and sisters will watch his back.

**

The screeching of his eagle grows louder and more menacing,

And he scans the horizon searching for the on-coming threat,

He whistles long and loudly, letting the tune ride the mighty airways,

Calling his bird of prey to his side, together they’ll stand and protect.

**

His head twists to his left in shock at the rustling of the bushes,

Had an enemy snuck upon him without his knowledge?

If so, then he’s losing his winning game, slacking off his sacred duty,

And it’ll be his dead body that’ll be part of the devastating haulage.

**

But no, he hasn’t lost his touch, as he soon discovers; a smile gracing his handsome face,

The bushes part gracefully, and there stands his warrior maiden in all her glory,

He gazes upon the long blonde hair in absolute adoration, proudly,

Knowing that she’ll stand by his side bravely, as they live out the rest of their story.

**

Flapping wings beat the breeze upon which they wallow,

His eagle slows and glides to a stop upon his broad shoulder,

A strange clicking emanates from the bird’s beak, gutturally warning

Of the enemy that is stalking them, currently hidden behind the distant boulder.

**

He lets out a laugh, no longer worried at the outcome that is to play out,

He turns to the pack that is now waiting off to this right side,

As he translates the eagle’s story into words of elocution,

Destroying the reputation of the evil that is upon the hill, using the boulder to hide.

**

The baying of the wolves spew forth and echo across the great valley,

Loud enough to let the enemy know there’s no choice but to retreat,

Today’s not the day to battle this great nation of combatants,

Not unless he wants to be destroyed in a magnificent defeat.

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