Western bane berries poisonous
Wolf passes a certain rock at 2 o'clock
Pilot went straight to the peaks
Crosshairs camouflage
Who is the man really
Playing tricks with your mind?
He's no devotee of wild places
Predator never did learn
He's the blown thread of white vapor
Indian tribes have known him for centuries
Pileated woodpecker's trademark
Drilling holes in his evil plan
Witch's oxen migrating
Oregon Trail campfires
French fur trappers shot him
Blackberries within reach
Ripe and bittersweet as ever
Tiring of any spot not productive in trout
His bootprint lures
The wolf at his heels
Witch
Frostbite
His sore feet wrapped in sacking to walk
For the rest of his life...bane berries
Copyright 2.17.2010 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
Be always safe,
Karen
superior imagery here..."the blown thread of white vapor" is exceptional and
"His bootprint lures
The wolf at his heels"
hits the mark perfectly.
Oh yes!
John