Semosoke

A free spirit, Semosoke thrives in his jungle home. He nestles among the boughs and brush each night, listening to the night orchestra of crickets, frogs, and birds singing to the accompanying undertones of rhythmic water. Through the canopy of verdant, fanned out leaves, he wakes to sunlight streaming in from above, dappling the undergrowth and earth with radiant gold. No stretch of walls or rough roads dictate his course; he roams freely, visiting flowering bushes or chattering tree dwellers or even a mother lovebird's neat, round nest. Nature itself feeds him, and shelters him, and cleans him with rain; there is no need to go wandering, or wishing for more. Yet sometimes, Semosoke wonders, and dreams on quiet nights: are there others? Could he find them? Would they be worth the venture?