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Beauty, wilderness, flame, formed into true being
the whisper drawn sharpness of the muzzle
the long shanked blackness of the legs
the whiteness of the tip that forms
the tail into trueness
the grace that brings beauty
the gaze that forever holds the wilderness
the red coat that holds the burning fire in awe
we cannot comprehend
the simple perfection of your existence
'subdued to your instincts'
but you are pure
untainted by the why's, wherefores
no evil lurks beneath
no rage burns in the complexity of your existence
you know the hunt
and make what you will of the chase
you feel the dew-drip of the grass
and see web gossamers glisten
you do not wonder, but marvel
hearing the lone eagle call
above the whispering river
you do not inquire but simply listen
you are beauty...
wilderness...
flame...
formed into true being