Two From Wyoming

            SNOWGEESE

That night at Two Moon the frosted air lashed our faces;

Our ears seared by the muffled pleas of snow geese

Snared by the wind on the far side of the lake.

            PRONGHORN

Pronghorn at Old Woman Creek.

Not many-- no -- just a few near cattle.

They graze on the brown grass, calm and untroubled;

Ready to dash in every direction.

--C.S. Cholas 1975, Wyoming