photo response #1

the few wisps of fluffy white
against the rolling green
look lonely
o how they long to join
their pack!
that triumphant parade of
predators on the prowl
patient -- almost benign
(if you listen close you can
almost hear them purr)
only to awaken with
claws of rain and a
menacing growl
from somewhere deep
and on their ends go the hairs
on the back of the mountains

the few wisps of fluffy white
o the poor strays!