Whispered to Me

Trees sprout leaves in the spring &

flowers release their sweet fragrance &

blood streams into the river --

blood spouting from the wound

of a young doe felled by a cougar.

The cougar bites into the flesh

biting, biting, his teeth dripping red. 

[I was trying here to write a poem that could be translated into any language, because every important word would have its voice in every language bred from the earth. I called it "Whispered to Me" because I heard some of the lines whispered to me by an oak tree while I was taking a walk in the woods near my town]