The buffalo was sweet and old, older than the hills. He lived in a wide open land, often dark, and full of death, but more than anything, full of life. Full of family, and survival, and most of all beauty. He walked to and from the grand watering hole, every day. And the life there filled him with joy.
He had a friend. One friend, who never ceased. The clear blue water that ran there.
Her eyes melted at the sight of her beloved. She cried tears of joy with her heart racing through an ocean of happiness. The feeling was incomprehensible, as buffalo shaped tears trickled down her cheek.
Katrina hopped down from the passenger’s side of the pick-up and scrunched up her nose. The air was thick with the pungent smell of buffalo, and something else. “Is that shit?” she asked while trying to hold her breath. Her sister laughed. “Yeah, but it’s still better than the crap we used to inhale in the city,”
The man wandered around the forest, hunting down the buffalo he had recently shot. The shot hadn’t killed the buffalo, only wounded it, leaving a trail of blood for him to follow as he tracked the buffalo. Te forest was dense and dark, making it hard to see the blood trail and the buffalo.
The buffalo’s on the way to Denver grazed as the cars on I-70 wizzed by. They didn’t seem to notice. They were big simple creatures who were gentle and friendly to human and other animals.
The buffalo was sweet and old, older than the hills. He lived in a wide open land, often dark, and full of death, but more than anything, full of life. Full of family, and survival, and most of all beauty. He walked to and from the grand watering hole, every day. And the life there filled him with joy.
He had a friend. One friend, who never ceased. The clear blue water that ran there.
The buffalo knows
when the river blossoms
and the flower flows.
Her eyes melted at the sight of her beloved. She cried tears of joy with her heart racing through an ocean of happiness. The feeling was incomprehensible, as buffalo shaped tears trickled down her cheek.
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The bleached skull with its empty eye sockets spoke to me in the sweetest plains speak.
“This gift is yours.” Its grin remained fixed.
Yes, forever may the Buffalo’s gift be with you.
Katrina hopped down from the passenger’s side of the pick-up and scrunched up her nose. The air was thick with the pungent smell of buffalo, and something else. “Is that shit?” she asked while trying to hold her breath. Her sister laughed. “Yeah, but it’s still better than the crap we used to inhale in the city,”
The man wandered around the forest, hunting down the buffalo he had recently shot. The shot hadn’t killed the buffalo, only wounded it, leaving a trail of blood for him to follow as he tracked the buffalo. Te forest was dense and dark, making it hard to see the blood trail and the buffalo.
The buffalo’s on the way to Denver grazed as the cars on I-70 wizzed by. They didn’t seem to notice. They were big simple creatures who were gentle and friendly to human and other animals.