Chapter 2 Wishful-Wistful thinking – A Poem
Chapter 2
A Poem
Here comes a pitiful bison,
whose fur encased in snow.
He saunters on frozen ground,
looking for last blades of grass.
Of course, there will be none,
for Spring is a fair way away.
But nothing stops him from imiginating,
the green green grass of Rainbow Falls.
Hunters showing off their trophies – bison skulls
