Secrets of The Bison

3rd October, 1876

‘As a breeze glides across the wide open plains, a lone bison stands in the silence. Glossy cowbirds have settled upon his back, and while usually lively, they now rest, calm and quiet. The delicate prairie grass dances at the bison’s feet, and he paws the ground gently, just once. His longing eyes raise to meet mine for a second, before his gaze drops to the earth once more. The bison’s mind contains a wisdom, kindness and nobility I will never apprehend. ‘The poetry of the earth is never dead’, John Keats.’ – A.S.