Pointy ears prick up,
Sounds of the Home Forest heard.
Hair of majestic sunbeams flows gracefully behind,
Moving swiftly and soundlessly like a hunting bird.
Following the path hardest to find, Freedom in the maze of trees.
Living peacefully and chainless,
Co-existing with the plants and bees.
Life in this style is painless,
Woefully forgotten in the concrete jungle.
YOU ARE READING
Assorted poems of a MoonWolf
PoetrySimply a collection of my regularly written poems, varying in length, style and subject :) Cover provided by someone I haven't heard from in a while..
