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Mustang Encounter
He stands frozen in the moment
Eyes wide and dilated, nostrils flaring
The breeze caresses his black mane
And speaks to him of human scent
I silently ask for acceptance
As I gaze back into his fear
We connect, if only for a fleeting instance
He breathes a sigh and turns slowly to leave
Knowing I am friend, not foe
And my spirit is dancing beside him
Hawk Medicine
Today I am seeing
Through eyes of a hawk
I honor my feathers
There’s no need to walk
I gather my wings
For a dive to the ground
The air rushes by
My ears pound with the sound
I relish my power
My talons are bold
I scream at the Earth
She releases her hold
Up to heavens
I’m soaring away
My soul is alive
I live for today
Sheree Sims has been a lover of the Mojave Desert since her early teens and considers herself a desert rat who just happened to be born in the L.A. Basin. She and her husband currently live in Yucca
Valley with their three dogs. Her poem “Mustang Encounter” was inspired by a visit to the Ridgecrest Regional Wild Horse and Burro Corrals.
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