verdant fingers, flush with their own newness,
reach eagerly for the gilt caress of sunlight
yet in their zeal, they expose themselves to the deer's teeth
who, in his greed to crop the freshest shoots,
relies on sheltering bough-shadows to hide him
from the lurking coyote-family who now run him down
yet his hooves, sharp as any talon, slay one of their own
the pack howls long in mourning before they feed,
then leave only pawprints, and their fallen comrade,
to the hungry embrace of the grass.
Author notes
Not intended to be a literal depiction of samsara; more an allegory or metaphor for it, though also sort of a physical manifestation thereof at the same time.
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Comments
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Wow, hunt and kill is usually not my perception of peace. But in the spirit of yin and yang I guess everything can't be sunshine and roses lol. I love the way you depicted this poor creatures slaughter, it is done with such vivid imagery and taste, I can actually see the coyotes feasting on the deer at the end.
Very well written and a fascinating read!
Thank you for sharing
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That's just one part of the whole, though, is the point. Why pick out the kill when the same amount of emphasis is placed on the lush growth of the grass? It's samsara, the wheel of all.
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This is vivid...such a heart pounding encounter. The write has a taste of utter reality.
Az
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This one gets the mind pumping, the images are grips and reminds me of lucid dreams. A good piece
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