“Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,— That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease. “ -John Keats, Ode to a Nightingale
She has a name! This gorgeous Turkish Paint bow from @csabagrozer sang to me immediately. Her name is “Solovey,” which means Nightingale. The bird which Keats thought lived in its own reality within the enchanted forest. It represents beauty, and a freedom from the worlds concerns. In the book “The Bear and the Nightingale” by Katherine Arden, Solovey is the gorgeous bay stallion known to run so fast he was thought to fly. So swift it seemed he rode on the wings of the wind. .
My bow is Solovey, and together we will fly. ^_^ 🐴🏹🐦