Paul G

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Glen Felzien
A young man named Glen Felzien,
Devoted his life,
Lost his life to an avalanche,
That came roaring down a mountain slope,
Destroying a man of significance,
A true friend of the cougar,
Taken one has to wonder why,
The cougar in the 1960s was clased as vermin,
Ranchers, bounty hunters,
All tried to rid the the world of these magnificent cats,
Hope was held by a few,
Who where dedicated--inspired by this great cat,
Felis concolor, cat of one color,
In a stunning meadow circled by Aspen groves,
I could sense that i was being watched,
A spine tingling sensation traveled down my spine,
The hair stood up at the back of my neck,
There he was--watching me,
The time spent,
Moments went,
Time stood still,
A moment frozen in time,
Eventually the stares--the concentration abstained,
With a turn of his head,
It seemed in slow motion,
He majestically with action that was perpetual,
Vanished just like a ghost,
This young mans spirit wanders with the ghost cat,
Ghosts of the one spirit,
Ghosts together.
Osceola Birdman Waters.
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