Musky body, amber eyes, coat of red.
Smokey breath that hangs in the morning air.
A full spread of antlers on a glorious head.
He is the child of herne the lord of the wild hunt.
King of the woods is this stag his roar echoes off the trees, it rings in the air.
A challenge to all who enter his domain.
He owns his space, he stakes his claim there in the ragged wood.

Over the wintery forests,
Wind howls with no leaves to blow.
There are none so savage as the bear,
Fearsome, red in tooth and claw.
Coming forth from the frozen north to commune with nature and me.
The noble beast is best left in peace.
Strong like mountain, fearless like tiger,
The fire burns within the spirit.
Wise dark gaze, voice of quiet or roar.
He rises with purpose.
He is Powerful in body and mind.
Roamer,loaner he walks the forest floor.
The bear guides through dreams and dangers unseen.
He walks as an animal, he stands as a man,
He remains eternal he is the bear.

Written April 9th 2014

See the teapot cat on the shelf,
What history has it seen and felt?.
Even though it ain't alive,
It still has the energy of history and time.

I sit by the sea watching wave upon wave.
I see the sea stretch out for an eternity.
I watch the waves flood the shore.
I feel the surging emotion of the sea wash through me.
I see the colors of the sea change it's hue,
From green to grey to azure blue.
The sea is a mystery to all but, alive with a reality that it dominates the earth.

Fate is cruel fate is just.
Fate can mean a million things.
Fate can change day by day.
Fate will live another day.
Fate depends on who you are.
Fate can be your shining star.
Who decides your fate?.