{"sf1_id":203379,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Aurora Vera","author":"The_Real_Threetails","words":89,"posted_at":"2010-12-17T06:53:00.000Z","tags":["Ermine","Fox","Poem","Poetry","Royal","Stag","aurora","hart","king","sparrow","sun","thrush","true dawn"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/203379-aurora-vera","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/203379","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=203379\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"\u0026nbsp;\n\nGone now the thrush, her night song to rest  \nAnd on her rowan post, the sparrow  \nIn renewed behest,  \nSummons her sire the sun from his chamber,  \nA tawny young daughter, a father of amber.  \nBut his eyes open not for the quarrelsome youngling,  \nYet to rise is he, monarch of the day,  \nWhile the fox and ermine their last rounds make,  \nFor short the hart their post as guard shall take.  \nAnd as filmy night's dissolving pall is cast,  \nThe sun's own fanfare, _Aurora Vera_ at last!\n\n  \n  \n\n"}