Evening
creeps over me
like that dream I
cannot forget.
I spot the loner,
an easy shot,
a hungry,
ragged survivor,
doing the
sagebrush waltz
with a cottontail.
Beneath late
afternoon
regret,
I drop my rifle
and weep.
Michael James Fitzgerald
Evening
creeps over me
like that dream I
cannot forget.
I spot the loner,
an easy shot,
a hungry,
ragged survivor,
doing the
sagebrush waltz
with a cottontail.
Beneath late
afternoon
regret,
I drop my rifle
and weep.
Michael James Fitzgerald
