Wild, Not Quite Free
It's call unique,the Elk
dissolves the morning calm
seeking its mate and new charge
all living at large
in winters woods.
Hunters hungry, saw the cow
the wind blew her way, she knew
stared, stressing, ushering
as her calf came
all lowered their rifles.
"We will find other days and ways,"
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