In the Fog
In the fog
Artwork and original poem by Kieran Gonsalves (c) 2025
Not much stirs on a cold winter morning on these misty hills.
The thick fog lies heavy like a damp blanket, sending chills.
The thick fog lies heavy like a damp blanket, sending chills.
On the ridge, a virile Mule buck cautiously sticks out its head.
Its impressive rack of antlers, his calling card, signals dread.
It's rutting season, so the buck jealously guards the deer in esterus
Younger bucks watch from afar, eager to see if they can be prosperous
Sadly, a hunter in camouflage and a high-powered scope becomes restive
Isn't it cold-blooded murder? Shoot with a camera, live and let live.

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