The Calf and the Haze: A Buffalo's Song
By Ron Greene

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The Calf and the Haze: A Buffalo's Song
By Ron Greene
As posted on Buffalo Field Campaign

I hit the ground running, On my birthday.
The ravage in hot pursuit, Their mine and mind as one.
My mothers were with me,
They did their best.
But dragons came from land and air,
And never turned away.
Faster, faster was the call,
But my legs were just too weak.
I limped along and steeled myself,
For what was just to come.
Then suddenly,
Just as my birth.
The predators were gone.
I spent the night in paradise,
The smell of grass,
The beat of Heart,
The milk of mother's song.
Then morning came,
The killers too,
And swept us down the trail,
On, on, to our distant doom.
I drooped along,
My spirit spent,
My listless legs,
Would carry me no more.
That night was long,
The song was gone,
Mother stood by and we both knew,
It would be my last,
The morning came,
With buzzards too,
As I lay beside the road.
And last I saw,
My eyes would give,
All that they had seen, to
The ravens nest,
The worms at rest,
And the Earth I hardly knew.