From my window, <br />I look upon the snowcapped mountain peaks. <br />The air is crisp and clean. <br />The sky is clear blue. <br />Buzzards fly overhead. <br />They swoop down upon the dead flesh of deer. <br />The pond is frozen with ice. <br />Fish swim below. <br />Their breathing causes ripples in the water. <br />The black bear is asleep in his cave, <br />Dreaming of the fish in his mouth. <br />The elk's horns protrude from behind a redwood tree. <br />Beavers gnaw at its wood. <br />How quickly they build their dams.<br /><br />Jeff Fleischer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mountain-peaks/
