Wild Things

Version 1.

Midnight runs, twilight chances
and bestial trains of thought.
Surviving on my senses;
the smell, taste, voice that I caught!
Instinctive information exploding
inside and out.
I fly tonight! I catch on
fire with a laughing cry
until I feel the wild dawn.
Running, jumping, hunting. I,
alive among the shadows,
dance and play amidst the shallows!

Version 2.

A midnight run, a twilight hunt
a bestial train of thought.
Surviving on senses; smell, taste, the intake of sound.
Instinctive information exploding inside,
alive, among the shadows.
I fly tonight, a catch of fire among
smooth, silver moonbeams.
Just for its own sake
and for the sake of my own beating heart
I run, I jump, I chase, I hunt
and celebrate the night of the fox!

Version 3

Midnight run, oh twilight hunt!
Oh bestial train of thought!
Surviving on my senses:
smell, taste, the intake of sound...
Instinctive information
alive among the shadows.
I fly tonight, a catch of
fire amidst the moonlight.
For the sake of my wild heart,
running, jumping, hunting, I
embrace the night of the fox

South Dakotan Storm

From the doorway to a lone house a child
looks out to see the Western Horizon.
A barren 'scape meets her eyes and a wild
sky reveals why everything is gone.
The darkness grumbles long and low.
Storms roll in- violently killing the sun.
Something inside wants to run from this foe
but she stands transfixed, starting to cry...
The sky finds tears first; letting them all flow
down. Down. To drown the world and then to die.
The child steps outside to embrace the storm.
Doing so, she is both killed and re-born!

Just a few words

I am
only words now. God help me, just
words.

I lay my head down
upon soft margins and clothe myself in cursive
sometimes.

No one
will ever see me. No one
will ever touch me. At last
I am hidden. At last.

I am free.