New nature
It a old poem I wrote May put more up not sure.
By the new moon I shed my pelt.
Over comed by a sense of nature I long felt.
As I grow my new fur.
Tis to my mate I purr.
Her body rises in heat.
My heart skip a beat. Excited by a new desire.
We play the night like a lyre.
The forest responding to every beat.
As the ground reaches for our feet.
Weaving in and out of trees.
The wind buzzing like the bees.
The true knowledge of her love.
Allows me to rise above, Everything that is norm.
Far beyond any human form.
Over the creek and rivers I'm bound.
For tonight it will be all, but sound.