Caught in the country fence,
the elk calf curled fetal and mewled.
Sandaled, I marched from my deck upward the meadow,
lifted her over wooden pine poles,
held her, fur, bone and bristling,
her still hair rough across the soft skin of the underside
of my arm. Released her.
She struck out yeeking up the side hill
so fast I quickly lost her white cotton bottom.
Her cow ran up and down the meadow
the rest of the night seeking her