The wounded animal

Venturing alone
Beautiful and strong
Its path straight
No left no right
The proud animal
Settled, determined, tall
There – a cry, a moan
A tumbled throne
An animal just like me
Trying to move, to flee
The beautiful and strong
Why did you stroll along?
Coincidence? Curiosity?
Destiny? Animosity?
There is no defense
Just trust, no fence -
Don’t let me alone
Next to my tumbled throne.

F Sz 5 Feb 2006 Chevry