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Against the snow capped mountain, stood the stag in all his splendour,

his love muscle erected and strained, he could smell his hinds odor…

He roared into the sky, little animals scurried to their seats,

the hind was no longer dry, it is the season of the heat…

Birds looked from their tree tops, the eagle watched from on high,

little insects stopped gathering crops, even the clouds came by…

This is natures stadium, they’d all watch with envious eyes,

it would soon happen before them, the roar of mating cries…

She has answered his courting call, and is ready for his enlarged size,

he has won the battle against all, has won the right to the prize…

He bites at her tense behind, his power knows no fear,

there is strength in his lions, as closer he draws near…

She cannot wait no longer, she has opened heavens door,

he becomes more rigid and stronger, upon her he soars…

In the cool crisp air, steam rises from their heated bodies,

the valley awakens to their blares, all heads turn and stares…

Soon her engulfing muscle, becomes weak with sweet pleasure,

they no longer need to tussle, have found their hidden treasure…

She releases him from her chamber, her mighty mountain stag,

his rigidness has lost its anger, he returns to the rocky crag…

His hooves paws at the ground, where his hind has just stood,

with flared nostrils sniffing all around, he makes a low triumphant sound…

With the show all over, the clouds roll away,

little animals and insects take cover,

the eagle soars a cloudless day.

In the season of the roar, on the snow capped mountain floors,

when the mountain stag soars, the world stops and applauds…….end