Written by Michael Dismuke
In the mountain’s craggy expanse,
Where Vulcan’s harsh winds blow,
There lived a sehlat brave and grand,
My I-Chaya, my childhood’s glow.
A “fat teddy bear,” my mother said,
A creature fierce yet kind,
With fur so thick, and eyes so wise,
A bond, forever intertwined.
When danger struck with claws so sharp
—A le-matya’s deadly fight—
You stood your ground, my guardian strong,
In Vulcan’s twilight light.
Brown and furry, yet unyielding,
You saved me from my fate,
A life you gave, though yours was lost,
A sacrifice so great.
Brought back from Vulcan’s Forge
Now in the family grounds you lie,
My sehlat dear, my cherished friend,
In memories, you shall not die.