THE CENTAUR by Arrawyn

She walks from the darkness, into the light,
Brushing leaves from her face as she does.
The coolness of the forest ends, it is bright.
The comfort of her home, the camouflage gone.
Her long chestnut hair blends into one
with her body and covers her breast
She walks unsure, unsteady on four legs
She has never before left the forest.
Into this new world, nothing like her own
She stamps a hoof and her tail swishes.
She knows she has to make the journey
All of her kind eventually does.
And with the knowledge she will always be welcome
She takes her first tentative steps
Into the Unknown.
Outside of the forest,
The cocoon she has grown up in,
Experiences are limitless.
She feels like flying, her heart soars,
She is free.



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