Poetry – They come

They come

 

I heard them.

They moved quietly

But I heard them.

Rising up off my haunches

I signalled.

Our two mothers

Gathered up their children.

All looked to me.

Only one young buck

Stood questioning.

This was no time for confrontation

And he knew it.

I glared at him.

He backed down.

I led them all silently off,

Deeper into the forest.

I knew it might not be enough.

They would soon find where we had been.

They were clever,

Not easily put off.

I moved fast

Setting a pace that the weakest could keep up with.

They all followed behind.

They understood.

All we could do was hope.

 

Opher – 8.9.2020

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