The Mistreated Pup

It was the middle of winter and awfully bleak, The water was frozen, in pond and creek. The snow was deep, frigid and white, As the little pup suffered alone in the night. He had been thrown from a big shining car, Had landed in a ditch, with a bonebreaking jar. The car sped away, was soon out of sight, Leaving the broken legged puppy, in a terrible plight. He whimpered and moaned, and howled with pain But there was no kind...

A Midnight Feast

A Midnight Feast A coyote sat upon a hill, Far above the valley, And broadcast the news about his kill, A call for kin to rally. From across a canyon to the north, An answer comes a ringing. From the south, and east, and west, Come echoes of their singing. One by one they gathered ‘round, The bleeding doe there on the ground. And ate their fill, ‘mid snarling sound. Two deer less next year. ~Kenneth Browning Photo...