He walks through the forest
for a legend of old
Many a generation
has this story been told
That long ago an
animal did exist
Killed by hunters
from the endangered list
He imagines this animal
prowling the woods
Doing what came naturally
hunting for food
But along came man
in greed and ignorance
Killing with guns
and without conscience
Now they’re all gone
these wild things of lore
Never to be seen again
sadly no more
No paw prints or
cries in the night
No calls to the moon
the last howl missed tonight
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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Caliburnus Rises 
Beautifully written seriously perhaps the best thing I read today. thank you for sharing this!
-Randomandunheardof
Bless you and thank you very much. Glad you liked it.
Bless you for lending voice to innocent living beings who cannot speak for themselves. Your poetry is beautiful. ~Gerean Pflug for The Animal Spirits
Bless you too Gerean for that. Glad you liked it as much as I did writing it.