White Owl Knight
Their whispers became murmurs as they approached the gates of Ur.
It was the notoriously famous White Owl Knight, his heart ever pure.
As they approached, the children became completely silent now.
He was more glorious than they knew, his armor was a wow.
He did not say a word, or turn or blink a bit of an eye.
A beacon of chivalry and honor, he was a super wise guy.
They knew him as a champion, his tales of valor were known.
They left him his lunch on a large table rock, then swiftly turned home.
You get to do this every day? One of the new villagers said.
No, it’s an honor we share until the White Owl Knight is dead.
The White Owl Knight smiled, as his ears heard them speak.
Death would never come, for ancestors take up for the meek.
His family had been showing themselves as guard for over a hundred years.
Ten grandsons and three greats means White Owl Knight will quell their fears.
The villagers like feeling they are protected by a man who is invincible.
White Owl Knight will keep on living forever if family is convincible.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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