I, Wild

I, Wild SsssooooooooohoooooooosooooooooOoooooosssiiiiiiiiiiii [Listen! Did you hear that?] That was the sound of my wind wafting gently through my trees. HooHooHooooooooooWoooooooooooooooOooooooooo [Hark! What was that?] That was one of my Owls, hooting o’er the top of the breeze. Skrittterrrrscachechehchehcheollllooooooocawcawcaw [Uh-oh! What was that sound?] ‘Twas the sound of many of my birds living high above ground. SshhrrreeeeeeeeskeeeeaaaaawooooShreeeeeaaaaiiiieeeeeee [My god! That sounded like a woman!] No, was just one of my panthers, making his sound. Scritterscritterscrumscrumrustlesniffsnoofsniffrustle [What was that? I hear something close!] Be not worried, just one of my rabbits, scrambling ‘neath brush. Yipyipyeeeheeeyipyipyipyeeheeeeheeeeyeheeeeeeeeyipyip [What! A dog, out in this wilderness?] No, ‘tis some of my Coyotes, chasing game in a rush. Gyrrrrrrrrrrreeegrrrrrgrhrrrgaerrrrrrraaarrrrrrrr [My life! A growl, should I run?] No, just one of my Bobcats, stripping pheasant for her young. NnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnNnnnnnnnnNnnnnnnnnnn [Wait! I felt that sound; not heard it!] Yes, twas my soundless Eagle, seeking rodents for her tongue. AawwwooooooooooAwoooooooOooooooooawooooooooo [God help me! That sounds like a wolf!] Aye, ‘tis one of my Wolves; he is out on the prowl for food. Haaarrrummphhhboomboomclompclompsssnnnnaappppp [Hold on! That sounds like me!] Aye, Human; it’s you. Take care, else you might feed the wolf’s brood. [I Wild, look down from above on this little piece of my kingdom. I have others, of course, anywhere where there is wild and freedom. This little piece of mine that I gaze on today, Is of particular interest to me, may I say. For, much has happened, all things do abound, Let us take a closer look at the evidence on the ground. Here by a knoll, there appears to have been much ado, A story of hunter and hunted, I tell to you. A pink spot in the snow, there I think a Hare died, A wolf so hungry, he lapped up the snow, before he did abide. And, over a hill, down by a stream, Mr. Wolf does lay, Tricked by another Rabbit, on that self-same day. And, at the bottom of the other side of the hill, Lay the remains of a Human, all quiet and still. Like others in the wild, their chances they took, All the while knowing, their life was on the hook. Some last longer than others, but the end is always near, A microism of life, that’s what we have here. For, life in the city, is no better, hear me, my child; The same rules apply there, as they do in the Wild.] [Listen! Can you hear it?]Last of the "I"s, I think. Written July 28th, 2001 © on Jul 28 2001 02:56 PM PST, Brazos Mason   0 • 10