Hunting the Silence

Sleeping inside my fury, the predators keep away Passing downwind of my ire, seeking lesser prey My strength is wrapped around me, no more armor do I need The fangs of lions, bears, and wolves, break upon my sleeve My campfire roars in anger, the birds have stilled their wings The tracks of blood I left today, tomorrow’s path to bring As ruler of this forest, my range the great divide To those who hear me coming —upon whose fear I thrive (Dreamsleep: January, 2022)