A Well Behaved Beast

This Poem was inspired by Lucy Pevensie Sill, and is dedicated to all well behaved beasts, including myself.











My master calls, I run to him,
my heart is filled with joy!
To escape the yard, to see the world
to protect him, I employ.

Excitement fills my heart to it's brim
as he straps me to my leash.
and though I'm content to be with him
I beg him for release.

I break away, I'm running free
as the wind blows in my face
and the sweet and soft smells of the air
declare heaven of this place.

The grass of the earth, it tickles my feet
as i sprint until my legs won't let
and as my soul feels most complete
of my master I forget

My body grows weak and I stop to rest
in the darkness now, the sun is gone
it's then I realize that I'm lost
and that I'm not alone.

Along with the night the pests do come
and in the dark  hear them stir,
with a desperate soul, my heart does groan
with thoughts of my dear master

I wine and yelp as I search for him
In the shadows of ferocious trees
and the fear in my heart is dark as sin
and I no longer feel the soft wind breeze

As my world collapses in the night
I lose all hope and sit alone
in the coldest air with my mind in fright
I hear a distant drone

My ears perk up as I hear the sound
of someone I used to know
so to the voice I do abound
the dark I overthrow

I see the light and find him there
my master calls my name
with descending ears and tail tucked in
I go to him in shame

But he comes to me and pets my head
and straps me to my leash.
and with a firm but loving tone
he calls me "well behaved beast."

Flower Epoch

Gentle night, flower of life, roots ever searching
digging deep, sharp and broken, as the air grows course.
Wind takes flight, cuts like a knife, into pedals ever fading
and light creeps, skies silver token, lays shadow on remorse

Deepest dark, ferocious front, stem in desperation.
Holding fast, roots lacking anchor, hastened futility.
attempt to hark, become unbent, to find a foundation.
Broken mast... falsified fervor, the roots then release.

Wretched skies, horrid freedom, uplifted in darkness.
Lost direction, wrapped in chaos, fighting no longer.
Cast aside, wind dies down, landing on pages.
Found protection? trapped when lost, in the spine, now stronger.