Peering tensely with naked curiosity They wander high among the hills, Mustangs, the last of a race rapidly vanishing ... Clouds blown through the great crossways In endless procession above their heads. Plunderers -- doomed to extinction. Majestic, free they speed over the horizon, Up the dried lava streams, Shadows that travel far Among a duel of opposing forces. Upon the mountain top, Watching the guarded places, Listening to whispers of the forest, Hunted -- they take their last stand. |