The Humble Abode

Mama says this is where I was born on a stormy night the benignant horn was where she'd paused to breathe and reside The bounteous hollow took her in and echoed my cries and coos spiralling down the springs to protect me as if I were Zeus I slide along the spirals to quench my itching thirst a joyous melody in the hollow and palatable unceasing food When it rains we glide to be dry it shields us from the biting frost when it snows and humans sing of the ballads of festive days At nights I crawl and climb to the window of that horn and watch the lavender starry sky she recites stories of distant worlds Sweet symphonies of chirping birds wake me up on fragrant mornings at times I step outside the door to wander in some nearby forest "Do you stay inside that cornucopia?" A giant cub questioned me one day I looked at Mama with my little black eyes and wished to know the same "Honey, this is our humble dwelling that nurtures us, protects us, loves us as if this was the great destiny of a humble horn of spirals This is our door to a beautiful heaven with aromatic clouds and winged doors this will be the blissful abode of tiny beetles who lived happily in a divine cornucopia" 9th May 2020 For Cornucopia Poetry Contest Sponsored By: Kai Michael Neumann Premiere Contest Winner: First Place BRIAN'S CHOICE 10,any form,any theme Contest Winner: Honorable Mention