Two hours past midnight,
Vaping meek puffs of Lake Tahoe OG,
Perusing shadow poetry
In the insomniac silence there’s
Humility, itself is voiceless,
Isolated as any deserted isle
like a rogue lone wolf
uneasy among the bison herd
A beta Charlie uncertain
Lacking know how, of course
The dog should be humble,
Instead of caterwauling distant sorrows
Pining at mother moon,
Smelling the crisp morning fog
For father’s wisdom
Commands of a great alpha.
Drowsy as twilight streams through
The woods,
The lone wolf falls to sleep
Hungry
Beside the sequoia tree,
A deeper lesson in survival.
There’s a humility Found in silence,
Ever be so humbled as A lone
Sleeping wolf
So hungry...
like a poet for starlight,
Still unwritten a life
One becomes...
By each humorous act
Get what you give,
I am humbled to have
Begun to live.
Loud is pride, from windows inside,
Make a wish
Dream A Dream in silence...
        oh humility...
        Oh Hubris...