Her non-skittering stumps stomp thunder deep
in mud. With boulder girth, legs canyon stride
horizon swift. Juniper neck, twist tied
to leafy green and sky, ignores the creep
of predator. So big. Too big. Big sweep
of tail enough to never run wide eyed
for hide again. Enough to hide the hide
inside her shadow munching broad and steep.
Beneath waves of sage brushing sea, she lies
in hotrock daydreamed stillness. Stone remains
of unclebones — a pillow where her grand
delusion epictreads. Warm solar eyes
prepare for day of scurrydarting pain.
But now — she tramples fear. She trembles land.