In The Wild
My heart sings in the wild open fields
of my mother’s land.
I hear the birds chirping,
they seem to be singing in high pitch
“You’re pretty. You’re pretty.
I turn around and look up at the trees
but I can’t see
All I know is that there are gorgeous
wild birds on my lawn.
I do see a tiny frog called a “Coquí”
They sound like this,
Coke, Cokee! LOL
At least that’s what I hear….
In the wild the trees are tall.
And I dance naked in the river,
a bad habit since I was a child.
I’m a feral wild wolf but I never travel in packs.
I’m a lonely soul. A wild soul
like the birds I hear in this miniature jungle I used to call home.
The one now gone, just as my mom…She is too long gone.
In the wild, I’m found. Yet I’m lost…