Sunday, December 25, 2011
The lean and silver beast turns now to black as day's fire dies.
He stands his watch alone, testing the air for the elusive scents,
Which tell as much to him, as a written page can tell a man.
So silent and so still, and completely part of the land on which he stands.
A king he is.
More a king than any king of man might be.
He guards the wisdom passed in his blood from countless ancestors,
Living as he must always live...wild and free.