A cross to bear

A cross to bear

A cross to bear
my name, unfur(l)s to
winter hibernation
and unprovoked aggression,

To be is not the bee
as honey stings —
when stolen from your nest.

Or with protective arms
my charms and strength
You find a rest with me,
so after all at length:
I bear my name with pride.

‘Fairy Tales: Teremok. Mizgir’ by Heorhiy Narbut

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