Bison
A cloud descends from the sigh of a beast
Covering the valley with a steaming thick mist
A hundred years after his charge in a stampede
The tremors reverberate the spirit in his hide
A hard pillow on a bed of thorns
I toss and turn on mystical horns
I lay blind my days out of sight
Struck by thunder a prey unto the night
A lifetime nailed to the wall I free fall
To a nightmare of blood and gall
A silver stare explodes into an endless chase
A spiked claw scratches my final resting place
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2016
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