THE MOUNTAIN RIDGE
AS I SIT UPON THE MOUNTAINS LEDGE I WATCH THE
SUN TURN TO DAYLIGHT
STARING FOR HOURS
INTO THE WILDERNESS, TIL DAY TURNS TO NIGHT
THINKING ABOUT EVERYTHING
THAT WENT WRONG, TRYING TO MAKE IT RIGHT
AS
THE SUN STARTS TO RISE, AS THE FAWN REACHES UPON ME WITH ITS GLOWING EYES
AN OWL HOOTS TO WARN ME OF
DANGER, AND UPON THE RIDGE APPEARS THE RANGER
WHY ARE YOU OUT HERE AT
RIDGES TURN? WE TALKED TIL THE FIRE NO LONGER BURNED
AS THE RANGER LEAVES THE RIDGE SIDE, A BALD EAGLE CIRCLES ME WITH HIS SMOOTHING GLIDE
HE FINALLY LANDS UPON MY SHOULDER, WE BOTH WATCH AS SUN HIDES BEHIND THE MOUNTAINS BOULDER
THE GREY WOLFE APPEARED ACROSS THE
FIRE HIS PIERCING , LOOK LIKE I UNDERSTAND HIS EVERY DESIRE
NOW MY TRIP TO THE MOUNTAIN MUST COME TO AN END BUT, MY MEMORIES OF TRIP HAS ONLY TO BEGIN
AS I SEE A SHADOW UPON MY LAWN, AS I OPEN THE DOOR APPEARED THE BABY
FAWN
IT HAS BEEN A COUPLE OF YEARS SINCE THE TRIP THROUGH THE EARLY WINTER
THIS BEAUTIFUL FAWN FROM THE RIDGE STOPS BY EVERY NIGHT FOR DINNER
ME AND THIS FAWN HAVE BUILT A BOND, AN EVERLASTING FRIENDSHIP FROM
BEYOND
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