this poem needs a title or something like that

chadwick
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edited January 2011 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
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Herd is down-low at rest.
Morning predawn mountain fog has been rolling in thick.
Crisp has become frosted moss as ferns tingle in freshness.
You can see exhaling breathing in the chill.
Their fur so thick misting sky cry, no worry.
Amongst all this the trees do reach down to them from up.
Sheltered here in the Olympic mountain range.
But the undergrowth thicket crawling paws claws.
Steady on her belly.
Eyes peeled and peered with her stealth killing nature.
Like her leap a spring catapult hinge explodes.
Male hooves have risen.
Snorting, grunting, calling out.
Gouging antlers defending.
New-born with mother milking.
Crushed throat ripped out.
Drug off into the dark morning’s ending.
Now as the strong survive the herd moves on into a moment of mourning.
Another lost.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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