Matted, tattered coat
pulled over their heads.
Big eyes cast down
along with horns and a big jaw
cast down by gentle focus but mostly gravity.
Unless they tip themselves over
and roll around in the dust.
Babies looking like woolly brown sheep,
not yet with large heads,
looking up expectantly.
A lone bison sits by himself
in a favored spot
on the incline before a cliff
no fucks given.
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