In the Pen Volume 1: #19: Sling

In the Pen Volume 1: #19: Sling

You will not find my footprints
On the front lines of the battlefield
You may find paw prints
But never my footprints

Connected to the natural beauty around me
I keep my distance from threats
Knocking them in their bucket heads
And they tumble over their garb
Of decimated earth

If I must
I will
Represent these animals
Of the forest

Dressed not in their skins
But enveloped in their form
Granted their strength and ferocity
The power of their instincts

I am the druid