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The Spirits Of The Bison
by David Pekrul
copyright 02-26-2005


Age Rating: 10 to 127

  The Spirits Of The Bison
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He crouches behind the camouflage,
watching - waiting - quiet - still,
just one of many,
all eyes on the horizon,
hearts pounding - expectant - eager - patient.

First there appears the thin line of dust,
then distant thunder,
growing louder and louder,
until the ground trembles
with the pounding of a million hooves.

The hunters are visible now,
and the bison are panicked,
but it's too late.

They try to flee,
but are squeezed from both sides,
a narrow funnel forming up ahead.
They quicken their pace,
and then see the cliff.

Hooves dig into the hard earth,
eyes roll in fear,
mouths froth.
There's no stopping now.
Those in front are pushed by the weight
of the mass behind,
and flung over the edge.

Tortured screams fill the air,
below, only the dull sound of soft bodies,
thud - thud - thud.
Time, suspended, frozen,
finally merges with eternity.

The hunters look on in haunted silence.
The spirits of the bison have been released.
They have sacrificed for the people,
and the people are grateful.


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06-09-2005 Brian Dickenson    

Wonderful David, It brought back all those tales I read as a boy, the noble savage etc.
Of course he wasn't a savage, just different.
And of course we don't like different, fit the mold or get out.

When you compare the Indian way with the Buffalo, against those 'hero's', the white Buffalo hunters, sorry wrong word. What they did was not hunting, just shooting fish in a barrel.

The history regarding the white man and the Indian, I know. Native American, I don't know why they are called that. They were there before it was America. Just makes me cringe.
Well written, Brian.
02-26-2005 Mary -BrytEyz- Ball    

Life was so different back then, and though it was not really that long ago... it seems like ages. We should have taken more time to learn from the Indians instead of taking them over and destroying their way of life. They would have slowly adapted to our way of life after time, but we're always in such a rush. The "white man" just had to come in and push their weight around and force everyone to fit a pre-determined mold... square pegs in round holes and all. *Bows sheepishly* Ok, I'll get off my soap box. Thank you for the descriptive reminder of a time in our not so distant past.
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