Shifting

My calling at the Abbey has me chained to the dawn,
and my slight crippled form belies much travel;
but I am graced with news from afar as friends
transport me to distant lands.

Yet, know me as a Myrddin Falcon,
shape shifter by natural gift --
and I will drop messages here and there
as I am touched by their hearts and tears.

Come home when you can --
claim a quest as you must,
and smile at the ripple above the pines
as my wings catch the morning light.

papa faucon