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Wild
sorry about that... its been so long since I posted it seems I've forgotten how.... lol...
I meant to actually post a comment for Gordon...
I guess now I'll actually have to come up with something...
ok then...
Wild
Out in the wilds,
feral, free,
he wanders.
All but forgotten
that which made the hunt
worth while,
and he, the worthy hunter.
In the grim grasp
of a haunted moon
he howls, growl and waits,
mad, starved, rabid,
for the answer.
Too long it seems,
he has been away.
Scent lost,
trail cold and faded.
Then he hears the beckon call.
Returning on the wind,
the low growl of the challenge,
his world again wrapped in words,
again the hint of the lost muse
ah, the beating heart,
the animal within.
It lives,
it breathes,
it hungers.
It is time to hunt,
again.
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