Spirit Guide

Animal guide.

Within the forest, dark and deep
Climbing high, cliffs so steep
I listen for you, my fears to keep
And miles to go before I sleep.

Upon my altar rock I sit
Pack now opened, candles lit
Prepared and scared for your visit
Out of my mind, out of my wit.

Crying for my vision clear
The circle cast, the goal sincere
There is a guide out for me here
That I must find and must not fear.

I hear you rustle behind the tree
Unsure of what I am to see
I open my mind and call you to me
Rooted to the spot, no chance to flee.

Rich, dark fur and heavy gait
Stout black muzzle seals my fate
Sharp white teeth, the classic trait
I can't turn back, it is too late.

Your beady eyes meet mine and stare
I have stumbled in your land, your lair
And as you sniff the misty air
I see my guide, dear Brother Bear.