Gentle warbling,
Of tributaries.
Dull roaring,
Of the gravel-strewn river.
Stony beaches strewn,
With rotting salmon carcasses.
Eagles,
Seagulls,
Crows,
Ravens,
Plucking out the eyes first.
A tastiest morsel.
Egg sacs next.
Bear’s feast.
Cougars watching from granite slabs.
Wind.
Remember.
Lost.
Wind. Remember. Lost.
