Wolf killed by Hunter

wolf that was killed by a hunter that touch many peoples lives in yellow stone park 8 years go and to this day still touches people's heart as they remember her running through the woods leaving behind her family sad and tragic story she was known as spit fire 926 was her number 

 

Autumn Equinox

 Summer slips and falls and winter awaits like a nemesis, Legion 

But here and now, autumn sprawls before us, for another season 

Farewell light, 'tis now the realm of darkness beyond this equinox 

Until the tide of time realigns the days, all gauged by restless clocks 

All too soon the witches will awaken their cold reptilian blood 

To course through veins, like the Styx, in a dark Cimmerian flood 

And SAD will stir itself from its slumber and take centre stage 

On its sadistic mission to consume us all in its parasitic phage 

Now there's no time or space for summer, for autumn's calling 

And the sombre gathering shadows are disconsolately crawling 

So light fires to dispel the demons, let beacons burn upon the tors 

To cast the dwindling twilight across to distant and future shores 

For soon, leaves will fill the air, golden brown and russet red 

To fall to the earth, they were once alive, but now they're dead 

For the tide of time is dire and pours through three month blocs 

Flowing into a realm of darkness, after another autumn equinox 

Saturn and Earth's Daydream

 The ring around Saturn was in a shimmering 

Thought I had 

That it would be cool to live in 

Id imagine going around around 

In the center ring 

I'd live in a oval dome 

With an elliptical rotation 

Birds would sing to me an evening dream 

A gentle wind did come from a spiral chasm 

Meandering between 

Pines mangoes green tea 

The tourists from earth 

Mingle orthographically 

Beyond the ground and in the elevated breeze 

Gardens hang from arching beams 

standing height to up and over 

Otro lado in verde cielo con luz viene entre a aqui 

That's just the way it seems 

Why say anything of earth 

It's just become a memory 

The ways of earth 

Some would think but what would we say 

But it's earth you won't ever go there 

So be quiet please

Hunter Becomes Hunted

(An unlucky human has the tables turned as this huge brown bear exacts brutal revenge for being hunted!)

Gun jamming, the bullet is unable to be fired.
Staring at an enormous beast closing in.
Too late to run as the creature overtakes me.
One swing of its massive paw shatters my shoulder,
Ripping skin and snapping bone as blood pours,
Leaving my arm hanging from the socket.
Ribs are broken by the force of powerful jaws.
Falling to the ground, I try to play dead.
Injured and crippled, staying still is my only hope.
A vain attempt at preserving life, failure is the result.
Eaten alive, this enraged animal rips me to pieces!
Gorging on the mutilated body of human prey!

On Sacred Ground

I stray onto sacred ground
The resting place of souls bygone.
Solace is what I seek,
But there is no solace
No succor to be found
Not here among broken, fallen stones.
Nor bent, wilting trees.
I search for you under the moon
Thoughts of you race through my mind
Feelings better left unspoken.
This was our place
The fertile earth from which the black rose of our love took seed.
We exchanged blood amidst these graves.
Transfused our darkest thoughts and dreams.
It is here too that our love died.
A fitting place for something that is no more

night walk

As I walked down the leaf bestrewn path
The trees seemed to show their wrath
As the wind violently attacked
In the obscure pitch black
The nearby hot spring was a steam bath

In the moonlight it steamed, gleamed, and screamed
The night was just like a dream
Only it was a nightmare:
Frightening, fateful, freakish, fear
Nothing was as it seemed.

Alone, abandoned, afraid and ambivalent
I must have looked very innocent
As I opened up the gate
Leading to my ominous fate
I opened the doors to imprisonment, which kept me alert and vigilant


The paved graves, brave and gray
Ghosts glanced at me and waved
I stood frozen in the night
There was only one street light
The ghosts raved; they were a cold urgent wave
Craving to be saved

dark of night

Deep in the dark of an October night,
We wait to see the nocturnal light,
A slight glow from the forest comes,
Creeping along the ground it runs,
With eyes as red as the sun at dawn,
It makes its way toward the living who are having fun,
The trick or treat crowd is walking along,
Not knowing the creature is on the run,
With snarling teeth and pointed ears,
It steadily follows the little dears,
When they reach the house and play a prank,
It leaps at them and in fear they tank,
Running for their lives in the dark of night,
It follows them as they seek the light,
One trickster cries out in fear,
As the snarling creature comes near,
Suddenly they realize its the neighbors dog,
Dressed up to resemble a wolf in the fog,
Now the prank is on the tricksters,
It not so funny to be chased by hungry eaters,
Maybe next year they will forget the pranks,
And just collect candy where last year their hearts sank