A Jolt of GloryAnimal Rights, Spiritual and Inspirational poetry that touch the heart and soul, and provoke the mind.
Gloomy overcast,
rain just hovering on the edges,
charcoal storm clouds
slowly moving south;
A front passing through,
cooling our parched hillsides.
Two lean young does
browsing in our upper field,
munching long grass voraciously,
almost frantic in their feeding;
And then, a sudden jolt of glory:
trailing behind the does,
two tiny, gangly fawns;
so small, yet so full of life,
Mimicking their moms:
chomping grass,
giant ears scanning,
little tails flicking off flies;
They even freeze and stomp their tiny feet
when they see the old woodchuck
slowly mowing his swath
through the sweet clover;
So young,
yet somehow
already so complete.
Oh to hold them
for just a moment;
to feel their racing hearts,
The vibrancy
of these wondrous
new lives.
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