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BISON
The first time I saw him
He had come to quench his thirst
At a water hole
He drank like a thief
Sly, greedy
And in haste
I traced the contours of his hoof prints
I breathed the air that his flapping tail stirred up
I stalked his prey
Then I fed on him from near
I touched his sleek hide
And dangled from the horns on his head
Have you ever seen a wild bison
That you have wanted
To tame
To own
To possess