Lonely in trees, ignoring the sky because you’re angry, because you’re hurt
Asking for home, crying for family, searching for left behind souls in the dirt
Bleeding watercolor hues in the mountain morning dawn
Nothing here like you; a mammoth bison, a black bear, a fawn
Searching for her mother, searching, searching, searching
Searching for another, searching, searching, lurching
Headfirst into the ground
So many others to be found
So many others making sound
So many whites, browns, coppers, blacks
So much of everything but the addax
A Saharan prayer on the wind for lost and dying souls
Nothing here like you; bison, bears, and foals
