…and with dust in throat I crave
To the game you stay a slave
Rover wanderer
Nomad vagabond
Call me what you will
…and the earth becomes my throne
I adapt to the unknown
Under wandering stars I’ve grown
By myself but not alone
I ask no one
Rutting Red Deer stag; Canon 5D Mark III w. 500/4L IS; tripod, dense fog
