The wind teases up, down
down my back, through my hackles.
Pink orange yellow,
the deep shadows of my
bulky frame on the silent
I want to run through unkempt grass and
agitate the dead energy of brittle leaves.
A plethora or browns and yellows and reds.
crushing them with clumsy paws,
releasing their spirits like shockwaves on my
back and head and belly.Little jolts of excitement.
Broad nose smells the autumn air
damp and cool.
Dead skins still cling to heavy fur,
trophies of an accomplishment under the big
I am the forest monster!
Eternal, ever changing.
I am not an empty shell of a person;
I feel muscle and fur
over the pale complexion wild hair.
For once, this is true freedom;
body in spirit like melody and harmony.
Look deeply; my eyes are like mirriors.
These ancient fragments of life and spirit present
ten thousand years later.
As free as I will ever be, under the