Betwixt the shrub and hubabubb
'neath bracken's shadowed scowl
came a Wren pop-hopping when
arrested by a yowl

He spied another grovely bird
chattering with the gloom
realising it had been observed
it screeked with spittled spume

Stay back, stay back
alack, alack
I've nothing left to give
and should you shake the life from me
unhappy you shall live

Like him the grovely had a one leg
and too the veshy eye
and when he flexed his deeker wings
he knew this bird must die.

The unctuous Wren popped back and forth
as did the groveley bird
and there they stood 'twix shrub and earth
exchanging not a word.

Just this once I'll let you go
announced the cautious Wren
he turned his fractious beak to blow
and was never seen again.

If only I could find someone who makes me feel the way my indie camping and adventure playlist does
It is the yearning of my soul to find someone who inspires me to do more than simply live;
To spend every second of my life with my heart pounding, adrenaline rushing, air gushing in and out of my lungs
Someone who smells of pine and has eyes the color of the beat-down trail, who dares to do what is right and what is fearless

I am not looking for a savior
Just a fellow adventurer

With a contagious smile and the cutest grovely laugh, one that makes the birds sing
Someone who gives bear hugs and hums with the breeze
Who will take a road trip and stop at all the lonely places
Someone who will come experience the real feeling of freedom, and will not ask me to confine myself for him

I am not looking for a captivator
Just a fellow adventurer