The Plains (double etheree)
Once,
mighty
buffalo
covered the plains,
from midwest grasslands
to the great northern lakes,
a million strong in each herd,
their coats coveted by dwellers
that long lived among their scattered brood,
while providing these tribes a way of life.
When only dozens remained, such sadness
followed regret, and then the outcry,
bison would be protected now,
their slaughter stopped, just in time,
and now tens of thousands
graze modestly in
Wyoming hills,
just as they
had done,
once.
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