Along the trails away from town today
I walked until as far as I could see
the rolling plains rose up in green and gray,
and all the sounds to hear were made by me.
I walked until as far as I could see
were gramma grass, mesquite and prickly pear,
and all the sounds to hear were made by me.
Then standing still, I heard the others there.
Were gramma grass, mesquite and prickly pear
exchanging whispered threats on rocks and sand?
Then standing still, I heard the others there,
their rustling seen in ochre, gray and tan.
Exchanging whispered threats on rocks and sand
they circled in a dance of life and death.
Their rustling seen in ochre, gray and tan,
I watched the lethal play with bated breath.
They circled in a dance of life and death
with darting beak and flailing rattler’s head.
I watched the lethal play with bated breath
until from bloody wounds the snake was dead.
With darting beak and flailing rattler’s head
the peace but not the quiet was disturbed.
Until from bloody wounds the snake was dead,
I’d thought the runner was a peaceful bird.
The peace but not the quiet was disturbed.
The rolling plains rose up in green and gray.
I’d thought the runner was a peaceful bird
along the trails away from town today.






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