Capricorn Rain
Across the great plain with sun-sprinkled path,
They frolicked with the golden buffalo clan.
Dodging black powder chaps along the way.
They moved about strong, wise, and steady.
Like a necklace of runaway slaves.
They were cornered at a trickster's cliff.
Guardian angels were on permanent hiatus.
I guess it just wasn't a prosperous gig.
Many leapt to their misty valley fate.
A few dug in deeper into a sacred place.
Black powder veiling proud- painted faces.
Within the last drumbeat of a Capricorn rain.
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