A marmot comes out
To drink from
Rivulets of a melted
Glacier.
But the marmot neither knows,
Or cares, as he drinks, drenched
In a dazzling light, Reflected
Off virgin snow.
I saw him as he stood
On a rock, surveying the
Humans nearby,
Striding upwards.
He turned his head
And met my eyes.
Just another human.
He turned away and left.
I stripped off my boots and dipped my feet
In the chilly stream,
Breathed in the startlingly clear air
And waited for him to reappear.
A marmot comes out
To drink from
Rivulets of a melted
Glacier.
But the marmot neither knows,
Or cares, as he drinks, drenched
In a dazzling light, Reflected
Off virgin snow.
I saw him as he stood
On a rock, surveying the
Humans nearby,
Striding upwards.
He turned his head
And met my eyes.
Just another human.
He turned away and left.
I stripped off my boots and dipped my feet
In the chilly stream,
Breathed in the startlingly clear air
And waited for him to reappear.
By Sitting On A Rock
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