The Cul-De-Sac Tribe

They dance around the fire like wild beasts in the dead of night, Casting their shadows on the forest that listened all around, Waiting for the noises to erupt from their pact of blood. They spend the night pushing each other to the ground in their barbaric games of strength and conquest, Seeing who could outlast the other and become tribe leader. Stories are told about the people who lived before them and their will for survival as everyone joins together. Balanced in a circle, all who hunted and contributed to the pay feasted and drunk dark bubbling liquids that made their noses tickle. The young warriors were bound together by brotherhood far longer than the leaves could fall, And ran to to the ends of the earth for each other farther than the wind could whistle through the trees. But in the mist of talking, singing and eating, all abruptly looked up to see the sun rise out of hibernation to ruin their good time. Rushing to grab all of their jackets and backpacks, the tribe turned back into a group of boys who just wanted to catch the school bus that Monday morning.