Swift beyond any dream of pursuit 

by gaunt coyote, pack of wolves

 

Built for the unrolled tapestry of plains

embroidery of shortgrass and sage

imagination free of fence

or road or gun

 

But curious, gaze drawn to wink of light

sunblink off distant rifle scope

one step closer, then
another

​

There will always be time to run

There has always been time to run

​

Pronghorn

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