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, bone and bristling fur,

stiff hair rough on my skin

as I released her


She struck out, yeeking across the side hill

so quickly I quickly lost sight

of her white cotton bottom


The cow ran up and down the meadow

the rest of the night


My human smell had forever

parted them