In Summer Meadows
When twilight came, I wandered out,
To see if wildlife was about.
Across the meadow, I could see
A herd of elk approaching me.
I used a tree to screen my frame.
The elk kept coming, just the same.
The breeze behind them, gave no clue,
That I was keeping them in view!
It's April, so the bulls are bare
Of massive antlers that they wear,
Except in spring, when new ones grow,
To be displayed for autumn's show.
It's then they vie for harem mates,
Although for now, the future waits
And all is peaceful as they browse.
Yearlings, bulls and pregnant cows.
Soon now, the females and the young
Will break away. New life is sprung
In summer meadows.I won't see
Just when this increase comes to be,
For they'll be high in hills of green,
Not where they can be easily seen.
Right now, I'm relishing the sight,
Of grazing elk, in day's last light!
Betty Lou Hebert
[This message has been edited by Trillium (04-18-2003 10:13 PM).]