by Unknown
Jun 2010 301 Views 7 comments
Buffalo Hunter
Buffalo Hunter
Buffalo move in my sleep each night,
strong footed, pungent, innumerable.
They are annihilated again each time
I wake alone in this small room,
I know there will be no remnant of strays
in the kitchen, nor even one stiff tuft
of curled fur caught on some hinge.
But I close my eyes. I listen. Breathe in.
Buffalo move in my sleep each night,
strong footed, pungent, innumerable.
They are annihilated again each time
I wake alone in this small room,
I know there will be no remnant of strays
in the kitchen, nor even one stiff tuft
of curled fur caught on some hinge.
But I close my eyes. I listen. Breathe in.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2010
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Comments (7)
Although the thought of annihilation is distressing, your poem made me Breathe in, remembering coming eye-to-eye through a telephoto lens. Nice poem. Thank you for sharing.