On the Loose

Fifteen bison hit the road With freedom on their mind, Without a backward glance to see The ranch they left behind. When word got out, the cops were called Though they were unprepared To deal with creatures of that size. (I’d guess that they were scared.) The bison crossed a highway; Trucks were skidding to a halt, With accidents avoided (Though no one would be at fault). There is a sad conclusion, The decision being made To shoot them all, a sorry end To their brief escapade. The days when bison roamed the plains Are lost and gone for good, A fact that these poor shaggy beasts Might have misunderstood.