The battle we must offer ourselves to
<p>the dawn it waits for no beast or man<br />
as the natural rituals begin<br />
slowly at first<br />
but always intrinsic to the cadence of the earth</p>
<p>the flies sing<br />
and the fragrant grass still wet with dew<br />
as I, young and willing<br />
offer myself to the hunt</p>
<p><a href="https://medium.com/the-power-of-poetry/the-battle-we-must-offer-ourselves-to-d84e10e6a6ec"><strong>Learn More</strong></a></p>