Fields of Snow
Forging around in frozen drifts for life.
Horns protruding above my head,
eyes searching desperately for food.
Shots ring out in the silence,
gunning for me with a scope of death.
Icicles fade by me as I gallop past,
frozen pines hide from the dark hunters.
Heart beating fast as snow melts on my fur,
Searching vainly for a place to hide.
Tears swell up and fear grips me now.
Snow banks cleverly disguise my foe,
angry tones of bullets sing close to me.
Twisting and turning like a harsh freeway,
leading them away from my family.
Visions flash in my mind as I run from death.
Daylight melts away like a candle’s wick,
among the thick corners of this forest.
I bury myself in a snow bank,
Sunset glowers overhead with passion,
watching them carry off a dead deer.
My daughter lost to them,
anger boiling in my spirit.
A family member lost to humanity,
Fields of snow cannot hide my sorrow.
Win and lose in the struggle of life.
Feeding like a mad man,
returning home to grieve our loss.
Another day is fast approaching,
in my heart I fear the cycle.
So tonight we travel away from this horror.
