Fields of Snow

Forging around in frozen drifts for life.

Horns protruding above my head,

eyes searching desperately for food.

Shots ring out in the silence,

gunning for me with a scope of death.

Icicles fade by me as I gallop past,

frozen pines hide from the dark hunters.

Heart beating fast as snow melts on my fur,

Searching vainly for a place to hide.

Tears swell up and fear grips me now.

Snow banks cleverly disguise my foe,

angry tones of bullets sing close to me.

Twisting and turning like a harsh freeway,

leading them away from my family.

Visions flash in my mind as I run from death.

Daylight melts away like a candle’s wick,

among the thick corners of this forest.

I bury myself in a snow bank,

Sunset glowers overhead with passion,

watching them carry off a dead deer.

My daughter lost to them,

anger boiling in my spirit.

A family member lost to humanity,

Fields of snow cannot hide my sorrow.

Win and lose in the struggle of life.

Feeding like a mad man,

returning home to grieve our loss.

Another day is fast approaching,

in my heart I fear the cycle.

So tonight we travel away from this horror.