Of the Mountain,
Not the Sabbath

A horned beast stands gingerly atop a steep cliff face

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Prepossessing against all  odds

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Is it

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Cute?

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This... thing

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That can run up a 5.10c

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And back down again if the grass looks good enough

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But yes, he surely is.

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Chestnut fur combed neatly across a petite yet muscular build

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And deep eyes holding a wealth of coffee and chocolate

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Esteem danced with awe across those wide and wild eyes

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When we met atop that Slovenian summit...

Summertime

It's that time of year where fresh new fuzz

Tops off his every antler

Yet his hollow eyes haven't found what was 

Calling him to land her

So as he steps through the light into a world new

He remembers to lay low

There's time still before he'll have to

Settle with a lucky doe

Mama Bear

Plundering the forests for our trash left behind,

Building up a fire in her cubs that will burn them down,

Showing us what happens when we can't leave no trace...

A Wide Domain

Can you spot the mammal in this frame

whose jurisdiction is a wide domain

extrapolating into unknown fame?

Deer  Diptych  No. 55

Winter Whitetails dance through falling snow,

He pauses to take in Deb's Raspberries,

While the rest blow through the essence of my mind...

This Poor Cow

Flies. Lots of Flies.

Universal Love

As I stumble upon two lovers in courtship,

They pause their tango to look me over,

Noticing the translucence of the universal language...

The Hound

The Hound keeps watch

over all passers by,

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Her voice quivers

under the weight of fear,

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Ultimately hard of

a relaxing piece of mind...

Feline Friends

John, Paul, George & Ringo

Sky Crossed Lovers

High in the Slovenian Alps, several herds of sheep

have free reign, usually staying nearby the staffed

huts, where they receive the occasional hiker's

back rub and leftover kale. Sometimes though,

they enjoy finding a private spot to sit and talk and watch

the jets go by. Just kidding, no one likes kale.