The feral spirit

The feral spirit
Remains untainted by the arrogance
Of man
The wilderness creates an understanding
So profound and
GAIA sets the plan

To find a sickly wild soul
And to give care to its plight
Like a fox mauled by human trained dogs
Whose loyalty in spite

Of regard for the wild souls
instinctively
They know
humans overode all that
A death defying blow

Their love for the feral tribe
They know Anubis godly warrior, knows too and can see
The angel in the midst who cares
Ans shares deep love for free

And with this sweet out pouring
Love and reciprocal respect
Engages the wild aura’s
Left there to reflect

A love of man and wild soul
As this film does portray
It gives both insights into wildness
Not frittered away

By what is ugly banter
Commercialization scant
Regard for life and caring
So sharing in this rant

That could upset huntsmen everywhere
And dear Mrs May
And all the froth of royalty
Who look down on us today

A few nights in the forest
Where anamalia be
Under the stars can make us
And destroy the parity

Between the wild incisive one’s
And the brain washed digital creed
Who then become the enemy
To the very feral breed

Tucked up in their tortured sheets
And soft warm eider down
With their angora night attire
Dripping blood each gown

Of crisp surgical deference
Distanced from the screams
The furs the skins the wool
Over our eyes
forgotten dreams

To talk brashly of vermin
As a reason for to be
Is a matrix Overwhelmingly
Consigned to infamy

Inspired by a posting on facebook
By my good friend ROBERT PLATT