Give me a hot coal glowing bright red, Give me an ember sizzling with heat, These are the jewels made from my beak. We fly between the flames and never get singed We plunge through the smoke and never cringe. The secrets of fire, its strange winds, its rages, We know it all as it rampages Through forests, through canyons, Up hillsides and down. We track it. We'll find it. Take coals by the pound. We'll yarp in the heart of the hottest flame Then bring back its coals an make them tame. For we are the colliers brave and beyond all We are the owls of the colliering chaw!
The poem reflects the adventurous spirit of the owls, who bravely navigate and thrive amidst the fierceness of fire. They describe their ability to handle hot coals and embers, showcasing their unique relationship with flames. Despite the intense heat and danger, these courageous birds plunge through smoke and track fire, demonstrating resilience and fearless exploration of their environment.
The owls take pride in their knowledge of fire's secrets and its unpredictable nature. They embrace their role as "colliers," actively seeking out coals and mastering the flames they encounter. This bold pursuit emphasizes their bravery and connection to the elemental forces of nature, highlighting a fascinating aspect of their identity and purpose in the wild.
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