Montana Winter Morning

by Valiantpenguin   Jul 22, 2010


Crisp air, a clod morning
A fresh blanket of snow
Trees covered in glistening white
Ground pierced with prints
from the animals that walked here before
The bugle of an Elk cuts through the air
The scream of a mountain lion follows
A nearby creek rushing down the mountain side
The sounds of a Montana winter morning

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