Lulled by musings of a New Breed-
Morphed to be defined by human need.
But I like the cool,
a calm soft breeze.
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.