04-11-2022, 12:54 AM
Merlin, though you are lord
of no country, you are the guardian
of hallways, a nocturnal magician
performing early morning miracles.
Your eye beams search each shadow;
you check out noises at any window.
As if according to some secret plan
every corner is at your command.
You guide every hand by silent demand,
nudging your head in for soft petting
and firm scratching behind ears.
You measure time in naps, not years.
Merlin, though you are lord of no country
you keep your humans under control,
each one knows what role you give,
and so, maybe, you’ll let them live.
of no country, you are the guardian
of hallways, a nocturnal magician
performing early morning miracles.
Your eye beams search each shadow;
you check out noises at any window.
As if according to some secret plan
every corner is at your command.
You guide every hand by silent demand,
nudging your head in for soft petting
and firm scratching behind ears.
You measure time in naps, not years.
Merlin, though you are lord of no country
you keep your humans under control,
each one knows what role you give,
and so, maybe, you’ll let them live.