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

Spiraling 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."