Lulled by musings of a New Breed-

Morphed to be defined by human need. 

But I like the cool,

a calm soft breeze. 

Without care-

Rugged and sure of a wilderness serene. 

I’m sure no one realizes that my adaption is final-

Sitting in the sun- amongst the trees 

-the Tallest of shadows with slight ease.

A tree line stare with a thousand printed smiles- they cast a call on bended knee- asking if I’m worthy to be of their breed.

I will Mush-thru narrowly wooded brush- Keeping my distance and pushing till dusk. 

I do not have a name-I am one of many- We Win, We Hurt-Victory is pain.


Photo By Orange