Nature's Face
A quiet man carries forth a bucket
Filled; it is colored of desire, red.
His slow approach to the patchy field stirs
A family, a pack of goats he's bred.
He slips into the gate, slips out silent
As before, his bucket emptied to fill
The empty bowls of his hungry animals.
He moves on to the horses, empty still.
All the goats are eating except for two,
The father makes the babies wait their turn.
To fight, not flee, when nature shows it's face:
A life lesson with little time to learn.
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