Darting Quarry

With my tempered determination, I'm obscured from my destination by scheming whispers striking malicious at my spirit thrusting seditious. The court remains a dutiful sort as they track down competitive sport with dogs mowing down the scent they place to ensnare pests they wish to erase. One whimpering whelp kicks in the dirt, hiding pleasure behind his alert as drooling brutes prepare to assail, allowing fraud to waggle each tail. Flanking limited hope for movement, they stave my pursuit of improvement to pare my fiber when I adhere with force of purpose flexing through fear. With potent breaths, I break through the line before their systematic decline until they fall tangled beneath lies to reveal the wheel behind their prize. I wave goodbye without any shame for not surrendering to their game at the end of the day they'll look back in disgrace at their baseless attack.