The Last Footprint

By Richard L. Provencher

Sun, 09 Feb 2020
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6 comments
 

Mother deer awoke

with an urgency

she sensed danger nearby

and her young one

slept  no more

as both raced down

an ancient  trail

three shaggy wolves

chasing her scent.

 

And much later

all lay in tired disarray

wolves on

a higher peak and deer

sheltered below

momma worried about her

young one

in a world full of woe

knowing somehow

her little one would survive

after the day

of mother deer’s

last footprint.

Certificate PG
Poem
Street Level Poetry
Nature

Comments

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Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by celticman on

I guess we all worry that way and wolves come in many forms. 

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thanks for the comment -- wolves get hungry too, eh?

Richard L. Provencher

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Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by mickleinapickle on

Wolves gotta eat too, of course. Good poem. Powerful ending.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thank you Shackleton -- Your comment is encouraging. Much appreciated.

Richard L. Provencher