It was as if dreaming wild after a slumber..
As the eyelids met to see the sudden transformation,
When metaphors suddenly changed their positions..
The mind sounded eager to get attuned to the beat,
As my thoughts felt the rush of the metal heat..
The late night wind rushed untamed,
Pushing the morning rain to surge..
The figurative stillness was left numb,
Giving in to the normative wild newness..
Today I began to see the life as it was to be,
It was as if the prologue of a new hunting summer..