I wrote this 5 weeks ago at a creative writing course. 1st non-nursing one in 11 years |
I am a mountain goat standing proudly erect, outlined on this rocky outcrop. I am looking down at a line of ant like people who are climbing toward the top of this mountain. I move sure footedly from crag to crag, then I see him fall. I watch him bounce, hear his scream, then the others stop, to the edge crawl. I survey my realm, it is a magnificent view of vivid sky and contrasting snow. I watch as the others struggle, sliding to reach their fallen team-mate down below. He has stopped on the edge of the chasm, its cleft split’s the mountain open wide. I bound down the rock strewn, icy, steep easily, until I stand almost by his side. He lies in a jumbled heap, this fur hooded , ski-masked invader of my domain. I sniff the air, I breathe in the stench of death, know he will not climb here again. I leap away as the others near, climb high until safe on a pinnacle I take my stand. I feel superior to these mere men as I look out over my isolated, desolate land Of stark beauty, of ever present dangers that wait for the unsuspecting mountaineer. But I see that they are frail and human, I’m a mountain goat with nothing to fear! |