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.
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