….And thus, I am pulled in four different ways.
The one I run to for reason weeps for you the most,
The irony of it all for she was sceptical day by day.
Yet, it was the one I protected most who looks ahead,
How the places have changed once I lost.
But after I fell on my knees and tugged my Father’s hem,
I felt all four ways merge into one road that led
To a future that no matter what guaranteed
Little paws and perfect prowess.
I place my hand on my chest,
And direct the energy to fight to my raised arms,
And take flight once again with a smile,
Because of you who run with the lucky bullet,
The world now bows before a new queen
That flies with wings of the sharpest feathers,
Which I now call stingers.
The Little Novice ❤