I wake, I hunger.
I sprint through the woods.
Jumping, turning, racing under the full moon.
Four paws pressed against moist Earth,
Free of constraints of a mundane world.
Scent of prey engraved in my mind.
Prey senses its impending doom.
He takes off, I chase.
I build speed, I attack.
My teeth tears into flesh,
Warm blood covers my face as the eyes
of the prey dim and move to another plane.
I change from four to two.
I walk to a world of conformity,
Never emancipated.
Can never let my rage extinguish injustice.
Free is a Forest
Pure, Sufficient, Peace.
All are what men want,
Yet only animals know the truth.
