Cow Elk Crossings

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Early morn and sitting in my leather reading chair, I happened to glance up from Walden.  Across the fields and up on Razorback Ridge; I spied a large dark form moving. It stood out sharply against the snow and black etched oaks. I seized binoculars and glassed a cow elk, alone. She was plowing through several feet of snow across the impossibly steep hillside. Running —from what?

She suddenly grew still and alert. Still as a predator focused razor sharp. Still as prey when discerning dangers preceding life or death.  Erect and tense, a solid statue now —she listens and reaches out feeling for threats. Just moments later her neck shifts forward and she pushes off again — a lone trajectory crossing the winter ridge.  

Meanwhile, hundreds of songbirds have fallen on four swinging platforms —feeders piled high with black sunflower seeds, millet, tiny cracked corn, and thistle. A noisy frenzy- feeding after a long cold night. 

The sun begins to tip above Razorback Ridge and the glow strikes the farmhouse, barn, and all the frozen lands.  The timing seems off, but I have just heard the unearthly cry of a cow elk. So often sounded in the middle of a night, it’s piercing, haunting counterpoint overlays the songbirds’ trill, and reminds me of the cow now long across and every beings’ eagerness to survive. 

6 thoughts on “Cow Elk Crossings

    1. Reggie- I am finding using the voice and intonation, cadence, and phrasing is becoming more and more a part of these little pieces. I am glad you are enjoying listening.

      1. Thank you Reggie- I hope too. I am actually working on a book of essays to be published about significant experiences that have happened over the years with animals. So, by blogging regularly it helps me keep in form, so to speak with writing. How is your writing going? Are you still writing?

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