2024 NaPM 28 April

[Quixilated]

Song of the Goldfinch

I am the lord of creation.
My voice calls forth the morning sun
out from the night-void and into
the great mother’s wing above.
At my command it rises—
red as worm-skin, and as bright
as my lady’s eye. The beauty
and the power of my song
brings light to all beastkind.

I am the king of all the beasts.
I weave intricate nests for my love
and for our little roundlings.
More complex than a spider’s web
and more solid and secure.
With my powerful wings I can soar
higher and faster than the lumbering
beasts of the ground. What good
are all those legs other than
to weigh them down?

I am the loveliest of creatures
with soft feathers in rainbow hues—
as bright as any flower, downy as any cub. 
Who can compare to my magnificence?
Even the humans watch me sail
on the wind—effortless and free—
and long deep in their hearts
for a set of wings to call their own.
I am the final destination,
the most perfect and most envied,
most lovely and most admired.
I am the bringer of the dawn.