My poem for December

Hi everyone,

Here’s my poem for December, inspired by our Word of the Month, REINDEER.

Baby Reindeer

As she wobbles to her feet
and focuses her eyes,
the first things the newly born baby sees are legs,
an unknowable number of legs,
as the herd grazes around her.
Her spindly four add little to the herd
of 600,000.

She has much to do
before cold weather comes
and the herd migrates for the winter.
She has much mother’s milk to drink.
She must grow, learn to eat grass and lichen,
thicken her fur enough to survive
killing nights of 60 below.

Life is harsh, so far north.
Baby reindeer knows nothing 
of deer that fly, magical elves.
She eats, grows, stays with the herd,
hangs onto life.
It’s the only story she will ever know.

(c) 2022 David L. Harrison

6 comments on “My poem for December

  1. Love this poem about nature! Reminds me of the huge herd of elk we saw in Estes Park on Sunday. All adults laying and milling about now…but in the spring, there will be lots of babies!

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