Wild Thing

In ancient of days a scribe inscribed his world in beautiful detail in exquisite penmanship he gave life to
Nature and her creatures never had the plumage of birds been described in such detail as you gazed
Upon these wings were you not carried aloft did not the wind stream passed your face didn’t you know
Exhilaration beyond compare hear the eagle scream know the fear that the prey must have known it
Was hard to break away but there was so much to see then he placed the wild wolf standing on the rock
Did not your feet feel the stone beneath your very stance tried to inmate at least slightly this lord of his
Domain hear his cry for his mate and then the excited call for the time of the hunt had arrived the scent
Was on the breeze you could feel the lust for blood something was going to be sacrificed for the pack
Tonight just when you thought you were most tired from the chase it ended then he brought out the
Panther changing the pace from speed to stealth and stalking now the great stag would be pitted
Against muscle and cunning you moved without sound in a territory you know well fleet of foot you
Gain ground on the subject of interest trees and undergrowth your shadow alone touches them as they
Provide cover now you can practically feel the body heat with one final leap it is all over hot blood
Steams skyward as life slips away a deep growl in the underbrush announces the approach of a curious
Bear there won’t be a fight today the berries have been tastefully plentiful today how they glisten in the
Sun and they seem joyful as they dance by the moving wind downward you go and you come across a
Trout steam icy clear the water roars by the fish seem extra charged today it brings a heightened
Awareness to your own senses everything is rich and right with this world outside the abbey a long
Assured future of many days much activity thrilling times await all on this blessed journey