Nature Prevails
With a flip of his tail,
he scurries away.
All that is viewed,
the white of his hindquarters as he disappears.
An explosion of repulsive gas, all that lingers in air,
an accidental release caused by great fear,
or, maybe,
left for the hunter as an insulting reminder of failure.
Two warriors match wits in the forest
this day, nature prevails, life wins again.
The hunter and the wise old buck go their way,
they live to die another day.
Nature Prevails With a flip of his tail, he scurries away. All
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Feb 15, 2011 3:54pm
