While camping at a forest campground along the Madison River, I enjoy walking along the river at sunset . It is quiet and only the fast flowing river is gurgling - the only sounds present. As I look for signs of wildlife, I spotted a young moose in the distance. It had not noticed us, and Nikki and I sit quietly on the river bank and enjoy its presence.
As the sun sets in the West
I walk down to the river
To enjoy the quiet as dusk falls.
Puffy clouds linger motionless in the sky
And the raven comes to drink
At the shore of the fast flowing river.
In a distance, a moose quietly approaches the river
Grazing on the new grass and the sprouting willows.
She is small, maybe a juvenile that just left her mother
As she prepares to have her next calf in the spring.
The young moose is tentative, stepping here and there,
Drinking from the water to quench her thirst.
What will her life be?
She is save here
Having been born into the park,
Protected from the fiercest predator
That hunts with guns.
The river flows in its eternal rhythm,
The clouds turn pink in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Nikki sits quietly on my lap as we enjoy the scene.
All is still and my world is at peace.
Meggi Raeder, May 2018
Bakers Hole, Montana
Til next time,
Meggi and Nikki