CLANS:

We are the family, the tribe, the clan & close knit group,

Belonging together, pulling together, inseparable troupe,

Flying in chevron, mating for life, just like birds of a feather,

Helping each other, supporting each other, staying together.

The pack, swarm, shoal, pod, school & that wandering herd,

We are animals all, whether of humble beast or soaring bird,

In elements of air, of water or walking upon this solid earth,

We stick together til we die, from the very first day of our birth.

We hunt, we sow, we gather, we collect, we support & we love,

We fight, we play, we dance & we pray hard to the Gods above,

Holding hands in temples & circles, always walking side by side,

Rubbing together, skin, fur, feathers, scales & beautiful hides.

We all have our leaders, our chief, our king or our alpha male,

Maybe it´s the matriarch, or the good Queen to whom we hail,

Following or obeying, keeping us on track, together all knit tight,      

No matter if we are yellow, black, red, spotted, striped or white.

Paying homage to the Goddess, all the Gods or merely the One,

To Deities of oceans, to Mother moon, the stars or to Father Sun,

Praying in stone circles, church, mosque, temple or Druid´s Grove,

No matter the place, we always move together in roaming droves.

Together we were born, from the very start of life´s first light,

Marching, from clay into day, snuggling close together at night,

Clans, tribes, races, species, of many lands from near & far away,

Holding hearts & souls together, for in packs we shall never stray.