The Rules Of Nature
Through the woods, I walk
Animals move away in fright.
The cunning fox, Lower his ears,
The wise Owl hoots at my sight.
I heard, once, a noise louder than mine.
Went I, to the direction, of that Peculiar noise.
Was there, another one
In the woods, which I alone ruled.
I spied every movement and found,
He was more ferocious.
With his paws and claws,
He tore down every bit of flesh I had,
On the day we met face to face.
The wounds I had, made me quit.
I dragged myself,
into the lonely river side
had a sip and surrendered to ...