bighorn sheep!
as we crest toward the plateau between the mountains,
where lakes abound in a high country,
there on the road before us is a bighorn sheep male,
just hanging out on the road
since it’s near dawn and its time to be out and about,
his brother on the bank above the road,
ready to move away,
I fumble for my camera,
and snap picture after picture,
we have savored bighorn sheep in Yellowstone,
at a steep drop-off toward the Yellowstone River,
where mothers and their young can be safe,
with land too steep for predators to find them,
today two young males have come down to the road
and allow us to notice them,
though my getting out of the car to take pictures
moves them to escape away,
back up the loose rocky slopes.
by Henry H. Walker
July 13, ‘19
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