Slow Eating

My belly,

Grumbles.

My mind,

Is focsed,

On food.

There,

Far away,

I see,

A snail.

Lucky,

For me,

The Snail,

Is going,

As fast,

As it can

Be.

But,

I am,

Faster.

As I,

Move,

The snail,

See me.

No matter,

What it,

Does,

Or how,

Thinks.

It will,

Still move,

At a,

Snails pace.

It gets,

Bigger,

And bigger.

Then, 

I touch,

It's Shell.

It knows,

No matter,

What it says.

It will be,

My lunch,

Today.  

Standing Strong

 Turning my,

Head,

Gives me,

A new view.

Being with,

Friends;

Is the,

Way I,

Am.

One,

Tiptoes,

Away.

We all, 

Tiptoe,

To a,

Run.

Staying,

With the

Herd. 

Over the,

Meadows.

To the,

Beach,

We go.  

Why;

Noone,

Knows.

The wind,

Moves,

Between,

My ears.

The sand,

Engulfs,

My hooves.

Then I,

See it.

The red,

The yellow,

And the,

Light.  

The rising

Sun,

Celebrates,

Our Day.

Headlight Warning

Born in

The forest.

Run in

The woods.

Living for,

Berries and

Brothers,

And Sister.  

Jumping,

Laughing,

And eating,

Everyday.

We,

Hear,

Carbon 

Dioxide

Exhaust;

We stop.

We look,

Right,

We look,

Left.

When it,

Clear,

Our hoofs,

Feel the,

Flat black,

Plastic.

Then the,

Light,

Is so,

Bright,

That stops,

Us in,

Our,

Tracks.  

Before we,

Know,

We hear,

The lead,

And see,

Our blood.

In a second,

We become,

The laughter,

Of a hungry,

Family.  

Boot Fitting

Noone has,

Seen me.

But everyone,

Fears me.

Walking,

With a,

Swagger,

Is my way.

Eating,

Fish and Beavers,

Fills my days. 

What you,

Don't know,

Is I don't,

Stay Away. 

My energy,

Harness,

And helps,

My conflict,

Resolution.

Am I sad?

Am I mad?

Maybe,

I am just,

Free.

How would,

You know.

Since you,

Never really,

Seen me. 

Ancient March

 Forward,

Back,

Then,

Again.

The line,

Is still,

But, 

Moving.

No,

Campsite,

No,

People.

The world,

Is five,

Meters,

Wide.

Living,

Every day,

For our,

Queen.

But,

Someday,

We will,

Not be,

Forgotten.

Calm Order

Up,

They

Go.

Out,

Around,

The den.

2,

Maybe,

3,

All with,

Glee.  

Falling,

Forward,

Is the,

Way.

Hearing,

Each,

Other,

Is the,

Game.

But,

Silence,

Shouts,

When,

He comes,

Back.

She,

Watches.

She,

Looks.

She

Knows.

Where

They are.

At,

All,

Times.

Invisible to the Touch

What you,

See,

Is Where,

I am.

But,

U,

Cannot,

See me.

The dirt,

Does not,

Move.

When,

I'm,

Eating,

What was,

U. 

But there,

I am,

Moving,

Along.

If,

U,

Can,

See,

U,

Would,

Sanities,

Me.

But,

U,

Feel,

Something,

There,

Which is,

Me.

So,

Stop.

Don't,

Think.

Just look,

At

What U,

Can't see.

And,

Think,

Of me.