Native Winter

The plains were quiet and still
snow fell in hushed whispers
as the bison huddled together for warmth

the tribes that followed the herd
went about their days tasks
ultimately, to survive

as the herd moved
so did the tribe

such was life

unpredictable
hard
no moment to rest

never losing sight
of the great bison

or all would be lost


(this is what I envisioned when I wrote the accompanying song.)