A feast of wild beasts is found to be rare
Here in the forest
Where she detests
The form of the fierceness
That her friends exude.
In lieu of beguiling her wild things
Towards calmness
She struts forward
Through the forest
With them in their traveling feast of colors
Towards fierceness and wonder.
For it was rare unlike the despair
That she partook of
In her color chasing
Feast of sun light
And moons glowing
The beasts were crooning.
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