Tell me a story about the American Bison,

the way they covered the prairies of North America


with massive herds of brown.

Tell me how they looked at sunset


lying down with their babies

before the sun took its last dip over the mountains


before dying at night in sweet purple agony

to be reborn the next day.


Tell me the reason why people

assumed they would always be plentiful.


Tell me why they remain now

only in national parks and reserves


where today they must still

put up with every idiocy of man.


Tell me the never ending story

of how assuming makes all of us asses.


~ by dianeklammer on March 15, 2013.

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