Trilogy Part Two

Part Two of Trilogy

Slip on scree

Pure white un-

Natural child

Scurry up from 

The much admir'd cousin

Called mild.

You do not

Want their sacri-

Ficial charm.

You climb from 

Their cries, you flee

From harm.

Stumble skyward 

To the crisp

Tundra air,

Away from 

Life's prejudices

Which care

Only for the 

Stark hunters 

Of spring.

Taste sweet air,

Survey the world,

Kashmir King