08-06-2014, 08:42 AM
The Rut
A boreal chill prevails;
bull nostrils in full heat and fury
snort a hormonal hate,
and eyes like soft-boiled eggs watch it condense
into one more mountain mist.
It's how October demands it.
In the Rockies, testosterone is cash.
Look how they flash it about,
when the rut begins.
They gather for their annual ball,
picking fights first with soft cedars,
just to rehearse their horns
before the clashing;
clashing heads and spines
turn fancies into wars.
‘til finally, too concussed to be cold,
a victor meets his ill-betrothed.
It's how October demands it.
A boreal chill prevails;
bull nostrils in full heat and fury
snort a hormonal hate,
and eyes like soft-boiled eggs watch it condense
into one more mountain mist.
It's how October demands it.
In the Rockies, testosterone is cash.
Look how they flash it about,
when the rut begins.
They gather for their annual ball,
picking fights first with soft cedars,
just to rehearse their horns
before the clashing;
clashing heads and spines
turn fancies into wars.
‘til finally, too concussed to be cold,
a victor meets his ill-betrothed.
It's how October demands it.