Musk Ox

A musk ox was beloved. Until it busted out of its bird cage. Shape shifted into the wind... Open tundra (harsh as it is) never tasted so good... but right on cue the wolves moveD on in. This musk ox wasn't like the rest. It refused to retreat into a circle. It zig zagged, would turn on a dime Gleefully faced the fascists head on. Much to their chagrin- their blood ran red. This musk ox never kills, it only maims. In the name of truth. The brains of the pack became its eternal playground. This musk ox never rests. It's an animal of wisdom and calm. Marbled with outbursts of playfulness. It runs on electricity and a pinch of God's barbiturates.