Animal Rights, Spiritual and Inspirational poetry that touch the heart and soul, and provoke the mind.
Gloomy overcast,
rain just hovering on the edges,
charcoal storm clouds
slowly moving south;
A front passing through,
cooling our parched hillsides.
Two lean young does
browsing in our upper field,
munching long grass voraciously,
almost frantic in their feeding;
And then, a sudden jolt of glory:
trailing behind the does,
two tiny, gangly fawns;
so small, yet so full of life,
Mimicking their moms:
chomping grass,
giant ears scanning,
little tails flicking off flies;
They even freeze and stomp their tiny feet
when they see the old woodchuck
slowly mowing his swath
through the sweet clover;
So young,
yet somehow
already so complete.
Oh to hold them
for just a moment;
to feel their racing hearts,
The vibrancy
of these wondrous
new lives.
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