Hooves pause in misty
silence; a deer
gathering strength within
the domain
of his inheritance --
others share this habitat,
jealous for venison.
Quickly on his feet
young buck crosses ridges
sheltered ravines; a
deadly race from
three coyotes --
shadows within the forest,
anxious for a taste
of fresh meat.
Escape continues
across clear-cuttings,
down ancient trails
muddying streams;
and the next moment
disappears --
pursuing hunters tested
by a majestic foe,
bested by this noble Prince.
© Richard L. Provencher
Comments
skinner_jennifer | February 2, 2012 - 16:51
And I hope this noble Prince will live to see
another day.
A bit of an adventure going on here Richard.
I really liked this one. Thankyou for sharing.
Jenny.
Richard L. Prov... | February 2, 2012 - 20:18
Thank you so much, Jenny. This was one of the first poems I began after giving up hunting deer. Now they don't have me to worry about, I'm sending them a message to watch out for the wolves. Richard LP