The Wizard Merlyn to the boy Arthur.

by Sharon Ashton

‘What would you like to be?’ asked Merlyn…
‘I have been a bird once, but it was only in the mews at night,
and I never got a chance to fly…’

T.H.White The Once And Future King

Fly now, boy. 
Nestle in leaves supple with spring sap.
Clutch branches bleached by lightening.
Groom feathers breeze-shifting and mouse-stained.
Learn the songs winds sing between hills.
Swoop to swish the tips of grasses.
Hunt heather-low; rest moon-high.
Disappear in a shard of sunlight.
Be still and content in rain.