The Circle of Life

The nearness of his ancestors spirits caused a chill. Looking out over the plains he could hear the horses hooves, the riders panting, the buffalo running. He could smell the sweat as it ran down his Great-Grandfather's face, down the broad painted chest, pooling on the back of a saddle-less horse. He could taste the sweetness of the bison meat, causing him to drool, even though it had not crossed his lips in years, perhaps decades. He could see the grasses waving in the breeze now, trampled by the massive herd in bygone years, eager to regrow after being eaten then fertilized by the buffalo. The circle of life. he smiled at his ancestors, said a silent prayer and moved on.