Creatures of the Earth
Wild and free,
Halfway down the stream
Tall snow covered sage
Brushed through the plains.
Hoove prints followed down,
Deep, cloyed with mud.
A mare, soft brown eyes,
She looks up to the sky.
Thinks back to when
light did not block the stars.
They glowed with the promise
Of a wolf's howl.
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