Spinning in the radiant moonlight
like a dark hulking
whirling Dervish,
the creature,
in all of his musky primeval glory,
had no fears or concerns
on this particular night
because, in this pristine
and secluded
high mountain meadow,
its safety and anonymity
would be cautiously risked
once again
to give thanks.
Crisp alpine air
pure and intoxicating,
seemed to magnify
the virtually cloudless
and brilliant star-studded sky
which nearly upstaged
the neon lunar brilliance
as he danced in celebration of;
health, strength, longevity
and an abundance of food
for his family,
whom he cared for greatly
as they were all
that he had.
Humankind’s myths and legends
were far from his
two-century-old mind as he
paused for a moment to inhale the
invigorating coolness into his massive lungs
only to begin again, spinning
in the radiant moonlight.
Silver trophy winner
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