Little Rabbit's Glen

Swirling, twisting, dancing through the air,

I fly on magpie’s wings,

following the fall of feathers,

black and brown,

salted by the sea,

an ocean raven on the wind.

O’ Morfran,

seen by few,

honored by less,

you call to me,

a sea raven’s song upon the salty sea wind,

and I fly towards what you show me–

a reflection of myself.