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
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