In the heat
and sweet stench
of an Idaho afternoon
I watched a life and death struggle
the latter won
leaving in its indifferent wake
a still life in black and white
flat and silent as moonless night

In the cool evening breeze
with only the faint hint of hay
in the holy air
I watched a life and death struggle
the former won
leaving in its indifferent wake
a still life in black and white
poised and ready for first sight