other animals

shouts flinging barking flying all kinds  
all kinds of motion for a moment 
then my white curls rise so much space 
combed by frigid breezes but the view—
all this green I tromped and would have 

chewed in a little while all my 
sisters and brothers standing close 
and those two watching and watching 
and I only understood why today

as these little hooves bounded up 
but not in play toward the mountain 
winged away but there was a pull 

a gentle red trickle gave me 
some warmth in a blue made of cries