BradGad Poetry (1)

Buffalo Hunter

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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.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Posted: Jun 2010

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by Unknown
Jun 2010
Sadness
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