the young nomad

there once was a young nomad who was surprisingly very glad living in a hill right above a paper mill he sat and smiled as he watched the workers but at night he has to watch out for the lurkers his only friend was a rock who was a bard named croc after years of being alone the nomad decomposed down to the bone no friends, no family, no nothing but there was croc having a new poem to sing sung it at the funeral the animals and trees cried even the lurkers shall miss the nomad who recently died