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Child Song

The moon shines through the winter trees.
I am an owl child,
hunting through the night,
freed from the worries
of humanity and daylight.
I feel the power of the Old Ways
pulsing in my blood.
I am an owl child,
hunting through the night.
The song of the skies
flows in my ears,
the wind speaks
and I understand,
for I am descended
of Wolf and Eagle,
Bear and the burrowing Mole.
The Badger and the Mountain Lion
are my brothers.
Mother, I am your child,
seeking through the night.

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