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…