FEEL THE STAG

My feet stamp.
I drag the ground.
My breathing ragged.
Whorls of vapour rise,
As my arms widen.
Lungs drawing deeply,
Icy cold plumes inhaled.
Sensing the vigour,
About to be unleashed.
My chest rising powerfully.
Waiting.........waiting.......listening.......














Then as one,
We charge unfettered.
Racing into life,
Galloping the meadow.
Bringing great speed,
And motion into legs,
Stretching still faster.
Racing........pacing........chasing.......
The wind arousing,
The fury of life,
In the heart of this stag....