Wild Act
Woods the home of animals &birds
Winds, storms, &predators are unpredictable
Night & day- vigilant &valiant
Never to ignore any sounds &smell
Guarding the young ones is a major task
Guiding them forevermore to power play
Loving them is a great feel
Losing them is a wild melancholy
Weather is a crystal clear picture
Which reflect the mood of the predators
Never know, when the hunger calls
Notice no “pathos”- only “prey”
Greenery a so called coat or protector
Gloaming is a shield & a supporter
Light dims, danger grim
Lied down like a frosted form
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