feral remains

may you remain slightly feral

not so much so that humanity

becomes your enemy

nor society your alien

but just so much so that mother nature

is your kin

feral enough

that the rain

causes you to raise your face to the sky

not down to stay dry

that the dirt calls your feet to sink in

and dwell a spell

that the waters

yet they be muddy and wet

you let them swallow you up to your snout

with no doubt

that the winds

no matter what speed or direction

they blow kind and are received with affection

that the moon and the sun

are both as one

in your heart

as they are in your loving eyes