Thoughts of a Wolfpup. - 2. Poem #2 - Dusk Pack Run.

Dusk Pack Run:

The pack runs through the forest, they run beside the trees.
They jump over branches that loop in between.
A pack is a group or a family. They're not hierarchies.
Some may disagree. But those that do must be unfree.
The mountains are near and the breeze is merely fresh.
It's cool and collected like the ground underneath their feet.
Their run only gets longer as they start noticing their needs.
To keep on going further into the trees.
Open minds are getting stronger as the pack focuses forward.
Wants are getting fainter as needs are realized.
Time is irrelevant as the sky turns black.
The night is near but the hunt for freedom is still taking lead.
They venture into darkness still as a pack. An adventurous team.
Know as long as they're together, they're one, they're free.

-Midnightwolfpup