Thistlewyn’s New Realm

The feathered and furry friends she found

At T-Bone’s Place, on sacred ground,

Have made this new home away from home

A land where her wildest dreams may roam.

No longer lost, no longer torn,

She greets each dawn with joy reborn,

For every bark and chirping cheer

Reminds her, magic doth live here.

The fox that naps ‘neath the pine,

The crow that Caw-caws a cryptic line,

The hound who guards at the garden gate—

All share in her fate, all celebrate.

Together now, they weave and mend

The threads of worlds that twist and bend,

And Thistlewyn, with heart aglow,

Permits roots of wonder to gently grow.

So if you pass by T-Bone’s Place,

And glimpse a lantern or fairy face,

Know Otherworld still softly sings

In Piney Woods, on feathered wings.

~Jax T. © Thistlewyn's Adventures2025