The Hunt

I heard his bugle far away
So up the mountain I head to see
I got on my knees to skim alittle more
Over the ridge my eyes to see......

A big old bull his head of horns
Looking this way and that
While standing in his domain
For all to see
He had his cows in the coulee bottom
To the hills even the trees............

The call of challenge he bellows out
Making the satellites stand in fear
His eyes were scanning and were of ice.............

Him not seeing me crawling ever so slow
I snuck in closer as close as I could
He turned to a noise he did not see
A coyote running running to flee..............

I drew my arrow and let it go
It hit his center and the way through
I looked to see the arrow laying on the ground
He ran the hill up and down
Only to stop and looked around..............

His challenge was met
When he went to his knees
For I shot that arrow from his trees..........

I came to look to even see
That big old bull laying there with no shame
He ran that mountain with his cows
His bugles the calls and the fights of pride..........

I stood and started to think
Of another season to come
Will a bull stand on this mountain
To be full of voice
Bellowing his bugle and letting you know
He's alive...............

Michael