Wolf Pack
We don’t pack ready-to-eat meals
and gaze in awe upon the landscape
No need for us to capture the moment with camera and brush —
it already belongs to us
Our pups cry near the den for meat
and play at the hunt
Comfort and beauty comes in warm blood
of elk and deer
We find the unsteady gait of the baby buffalo endearing
only to our sense of survival
The trees look with favor upon us
as those who graze her offspring are taken down in red
The green is abundant along the creek now
Thank you!
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