An unlikely kind of home
The rabbit was born where the cruel shadows creep, Where the world taught her fear before teaching her sleep. With a heart made of velvet and eyes wide with fright, She learned how to wander without trusting the night. But her softness survived what the world put her through, For she knew what hate was, yet refused to grow cruel. A creature so gentle, with a spirit so wild, Who kept something tender in the heart of a child.
The retriever came golden, like dawn breaking through, With a warmth that could brighten the coldest of rooms. But sunshine has shadows, and laughter has scars, And even the brightest have nights full of stars. She carried her kindness through battles unseen, Still finding the beauty in all that had been. Where nature said chase, she chose to remain, And carried the rabbit through sunshine and rain.
And then there was me, with the wings of an owl, Who learned to read silence and listen for growls. I knew that the darkness could swallow the light, So I made myself watchful, a keeper of night. With eyes trained to notice what others might miss, I learned that protection was more than a wish. For what good are wings if they only take flight? Sometimes they are meant to keep others in sight.
By nature, the owl should have hunted the hare, The rabbit should tremble beneath her cold stare. The retriever should wander wherever winds blow, Never looking back at the creatures below. But nature had written a story too small, For none of its rules could contain us all. We crossed all the borders that fate had designed, And found something rare in the lives intertwined.
Now the rabbit can rest without fearing the dawn, The retriever brings warmth when the sunshine is gone. And the owl keeps her watch when the whole world grows still, Not because she must hunt, but because it’s her will. Three souls, three stories, three paths once unknown, Who found in each other a place of their own. No blood makes us family, no fate made us stay, Just three different hearts who kept choosing this way.
For the rabbit, the retriever, and owl may seem strange, Three creatures whose nature was never to change. Yet the sweetest of stories are rarely foretold, And the strongest of bonds aren’t the ones nature holds. So let the night come, let the wild winds roam, For the hunter, the hunted, and sunshine found home.
