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.
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