The Still
By: Alexandra Fascione-Hutchins
In the still,
If you are still,
You may see things.
And then,
You begin to realize:
it is far from still.
In the still,
Leaves descend from the heavens.
Squirrels rummage for enough food
to last the winter ahead.
Birds glide from treetop to treetop,gossiping along the way.
It is anything but still.
Finally he sees it;
Brown with a white tail and spots,
Galloping over bushes,
She is strong.
But he knows he can override her
Strength.
One arrow,
One shot,
One last gallop,
And she is still.