Crescent moon tangled in a buck's antlers
(some say a bull's horns)
chasing gems along the jeweled ecliptic.
An outline in stars, cap in red
walks above my front drive,
his more indistinct dog behind
(but with a brilliant license tag a-dangle).
Osiris, Orion, Finn, Nanabozho,
the names vary but the recognition
is always the same. A leader,
a lightbringer, a hunter, a savior.
Mithras he was once,
born out of a cave,
bringer of peace
(although with a sword).
Three-starred belt, sword or hammer at hand,
legs striding across the sky,
arms uplifted to sling or strike.
You can read much into this tableau,
but not just anything you like.
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