© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Thunderous moments, mighty strides
Duck in the canyon, there to hide
Treacherous humans hunting like vermin
Taking away freedom and all thats pure.
Nothing is sacred, nothing survives
This frightening roundup
Of all who live wild
On the edge of a continent
Where mighty exists
In thunderous moments, mighty strides.
Muscles ripple, hooves stomp anger
Noses blow warning, run for your life.
Hope for the best
And a gentle caress of one you love
In thunderous moments, mighty strides.
~ Patrice
