Buffalo hooves
thundering across the grassy plains
Buffalo call
bellowing in the omnipresent air
I am listening
At one with the arrow
reaching for blood
red and pulsing
Buffalo falling
a life dusted by righteousness
of the arrow
I can hear the heart
coming to rest in its home of
muscle and skin
Somewhere in the vast plains
Buffalo spirit
advances like a king
Alone and brave
Thundering hooves
echoing in the heavens
StoryGirl 
So evocative ….
You have a true gift for using words to describe a moment -Sound. Smell. Sight… Spirit …. deepest feelings..
I love getting these poems .. straight from your heart . ❤️
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Hi Rosemary — Thank you so much for reading my poems, and liking them. Sometimes it feels like I’m writing into an empty world, so it’s great to know that you like what I write.
I hope you are doing well up there in the cold lands😊
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