Approaching on hand and knee.
Serving as the littlest soldier in the animal kingdom.
Wallowing in the inundated muddy earth.
Able to roam freely.
Dull light in the eyes.
To be the most vital life in the plain.
Frozen in a pose.
Wondering if the hunting season has arrived.
Family reunion in a mountain wood.
A perfect line of wild beasts.
Emerging from the early morning fog.
Looking for a fertile land where the flowering season
is at hand.
Keep heading east.
To be a migratory bird.
Choosing to stay in a small vale is dreary.
Heading east; fantastic tail feathers melt into a colorful
post-shower rainbow.
Only able to plod along the road.
To be a modern wolf.
Unable to howl, flaunting wildness from a
high cliff.
It's not as good as hanging out tamely
on a tree.