I dance with wild abandon
in the forests of my soul.
Alone, yet hardly lonely,
through the verdant woods I go.

My birth does not constrain me,
false clothes no longer bind,
my instincts surely move me
with Mother Earth my guide.

The distant sounds entice me,
as from a dream long past,
My soul-pack waits to greet me -
I'm here at long, long last.

We run through moonlit forests,
my brothers, my sisters, my kind.
Misfits in the world at large,
Now joined of a common mind.

Meighan Paterson

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