I have read many nature books, and my sympathetic nature goes out to fellow creatures that I share this world with. This poem is for them:
Under a sky
of azure blue
the weary
mountain goats
continued their
trek across
peaks filed down
by the rasps
of winter snows
and melting ice.
The summer sun
was scorching--
no relief came
from melted snow
or ice. It had
evaporated long ago.
Finding an overhanging
ridge brought some relief
from sun, but not thirst.
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