THE FROZEN NORTH

THE FROZEN NORTH

Bitter cold and frozen snow abound in the frozen north,
howling winds muffle the sound of a doe's weak cries.
as she makes her way deeper into the comfort of pines.
Settling in on the boughs, she soon closes her eyes.

The wolves hunger lures them from their den and they
prowl the darkness for food, be it small rabbit or a bird.
A snow owl, disturbed from its sleep, watches the hunt,
understanding the wolves need as a cry of fear is heard.

Wild turkeys go forth in the early morning hours when
the world outside is quiet, scavengers of a deep snow.
Insects, perhaps, but they will quell the hunger pains.
The temperature outside is close to twenty-five below.

The doe rises from the protection of the pines again
and ventures out into the field, to the softwood where
she will find leaves, grasses and wild berries to eat.
God provides for all animals, leaving enough to share.

A frisky fox has had some hard knocks but escaped,
to live another day, running from the farmer's rifle fire.
A chicken coop proved to be a temptation so great
that the frisky fox forgot about consequences so dire.

The bears have hunkered down for a long winter sleep,
having eaten enough food to carry them through it all.
They know that Spring will come in its own sweet time
and do not hear the hunger cries or the raven's call.

While bird and beast roam in search of another meal,
while they roam miles of frozen waste and go forth,
they somehow know what it takes to survive the cold
and they have the will to live in the bitter frozen north.

Countrymom
1/02/09