Friends and Foals
Quiet is the forest, still
A hoof print near my bank.
Cautious eyes, brown and bold
Steady movement in their flank.
And yonder valleys bask in red
As my horizon holds the sun.
A white tail flicks through thickets quick,
Still, the ground knows where it’s run.
My grass, it grows, at burning rates
That so my deer can graze with ease.
The sun-struck land watches all and all,
Save the sighing in the breeze.
Quick upon my starred sky night,
Two gold reflections emerge of brush.
Antlers crash and prancers dash,
But my land lulls in a hush.
A trampled patch of meadow’s grass,
The moon turns a darker cheek.
A splash across the rocky brook,
A wind too numb to speak.
Muscles flex and hooves dig in
My drunken soil shore.
Broken roots flee down the stream
To be forgotten by the morn’
Bark stripped limbs, my fleshy core,
Bend and buckle to their need.
Blinded ‘til the rise of light,
When the grass grows without heed.
^^^A herd of deer try to survive out in the woods^^^ Dangers lie ahead of them, wolves, wildcats, dogs, humans, cars, everything. Will they survive?