#thebisonrunwithchango

I see you up there blocking out the sun, not quite stampeding over the mountains, storming to the coast

on your annual post winter migration to your favorite north atlantic salt lick

temperamental and gray every where you used to be even-keeled and brown

same earth shaking rumble same herding instincts still trampling everything less than you down below

legs tucked tight as if the parade of you are sleeping,

vision sheep with horns, you literally float across the river        in the sky.