Crashing through gates
And countless fields
The pigeons and cows
Spread wide for desires
Scavenging wildly
Through cracks and shoots
Looking for sustenance
Like never before
And in one quick moment
The magic begins
A luck of the draw
With skilled inference
Perhaps a quick check
About the horizon
For oncoming danger
Lurking beyond
Satisfaction is impossible
The pursuit is relentless
Tomorrow will go on
Just as today has fared here