He spent his days among the beasts and the birds
\nof the forests.
\nHe preferred their company over what he saw as
\nhuman beasts.
\nThey had no guile, no greed, no cowardly snipes.
\nHe lived as a self exiled recluse far from cities,
\ntowns and villages.
\nHe foraged and hunted for food, never bothering with
\nhumans or grocery stores for sustenance, only for
\nammunition and his disability checks.
\nHe became a fugitive after defending a deer he had befriended,
\nkilled two hunters that were hunting it.
\nA year later, U.S. Marshals tracked him down, and after
\na protracted shootout, gunfire and smoke lighting up the forest,
\nbullets whizzing back and forth, two of marshals were dead, as well as him.
\nHis life over, no more human beasts, no more running, maybe with the beasts and the birds he loved so much in a forest-like afterlife.<\/p>\n
Bob Boyd<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
He spent his days among the beasts and the birds of the forests. He preferred their company over what he saw as human beasts. They had no guile, no greed, no cowardly snipes. He lived as a self exiled recluse far from cities, towns and villages. He foraged and hunted for food, never bothering with… Continue reading