Yellowstone’s Grandad.

 

Yeah, made it through

Bitch of a winter

Some no longer

With us.

Wolves in groups

Did their thing.

Buzzards in the follow-up.

But spring grasses

And sweet wildflowers

Soon arrive.

Breezes tantalize.

The women let off

Their love signals

Va va voom.

My kind has seen 

The stinging sandstorms

The shrieks and arrows.

The hungry Enfields

And brushfires

Caused by stupidity.

Will have another round, I guess.

Lord willing…