Winter will be here soon, survival is imperative
Feed the young, protect the herd from hunters
In that moment all basic fears come to the fore
They'll search for trees, high grass, and shadows
The elders know, without action all will be lost
A line between death and life is narrow, delicate
Each Winter brings a reduction of the herd numbers
As the leader male's call is a low growl that implores
The stragglers catch up, as the herd tries to follow
“The elk that you glimpse in the summer, those at the
forest edge, are survivors of winter, only the strongest."
Craig Childs
