Purpose and Bison Parades

By Lydia Abigail Metzger

Splashing and thundering

Troops of bison

Dance their heavy dances

On their own, trail,

the river stays ever rambunctious

under many hundreds of mighty

hooves.

Young, those tawny cows

That frolic so triumphantly,

they leap as if they have won a war,

a victory,

songs of jubilee rise from the

fierce noise

of mass movement over

rolling plains.

Noticing the gray blue mountains,

and here a truth is realized,

they are owned by this army

and its allies,

and its enemies,

but not by us.

Grazing on the slopes,

they look as if to say

a million things,

but not to us.

There is purpose in bison parades.

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