‘Meal or Not’ by Rachel Tilseth
September 4, 2015 (c)
Trotting silently thru slender green grass.
On cool night downwind.
Catch a meal or not.
Smell fresh chewed leaf could be dental disease slow enough.
Pass by woodchuck to fast up the tree.
Meal he is not.
Smell the deer trail many hours old.
Not the meal.
Startle a buck with large rack nostril’s flared.
Announcing there’s no meal here.
A sound breaks thru the black of night.
Turn & bolt towards the call.