Where I Belong

Among the thickets of greenery cool, I still hear the birds and bees in their song, Thoughts whisper, seeing the forest I rule I wonder, if I know where I belong. On to the hill, the misty air carries Words, down by the river, old bronze men chant. Deep sighing, and a memory tarries, Drawn back to its banks, going there I shan’t. Up above on the branches, she slithers, Eyeing me as softly the ground I tread. Under his weight, a small sapling withers, He wanders if my fate be what I’ll dread. I speak, “my true motherland, though not here, I may be the man-cub, but I stay here.” 01/29/2019 For Movie magic contest sponsored by Gregory R Barden Movie: Mowgli (Netflix 2018) Character: Mowgli or 'man-cub' *Syllable count checked on howmanysyllables.com