Undefined

I, shape shifter, constantly adapting with the wind
disguised in a moments notice, hiding behind the clouds.
The star that dared to fall while thousands held still.
The stillness of the cub, finally learned in patience while hunting her prey.
Burning embers within the mustang running from regrets toward the future,
howling like the wolf, searching for what can’t be found.

I, spirit undefined.

A/N: another poem for creative writing. had to write a metaphor about yourself then turn it into a poem. So ya..this is what I got.