Tails

This deep dream we share –
Of jumping high and so far ~
Ancestor echoes.

Fire

Our backs to the fire –
Facing into the deep dark –
Some watch while some sleep.

Flint

The flint is fashioned –
Nodule to tool ~ final form –
Seen in the mind’s eye.

Mammut

Felled mammoth’s last breath –
Comes after much waiting ~ watched –
We give it its time.

Rivals

The dark ones attack –
We shield the women –
We kill ~ no remorse.

Fall

All mums are busy –
Gathering the ripened fruits –
A time to take stock.

Meat has given us time ~ now –
We shape the world ~ bit by bit.

Image

Blow paint on the hand –
Leaves a mark on the cave wall –
Wave to the future.

Ice

The Ice grows bigger –
Scouring away all our work –
and so we move South.

We meet the others ~ a truce –
The first child ~ hybrid vigour.

Passing

Mammoths excepted –
We’re the only animal –
That tends to our dead.

Rise

As leaves slowly fall –
Viewed ~ a new phenomenon –
Someone feels for them.