of chasing the buffalo herd to take
the calves from their mothers
heard the death words of the old one
who had gone off by itself to die
because as soon as they heard
or felt something they raced off
in that direction abandoning the herd
to where it was still standing
inside a small copse of aspen
wavering and about to collapse
the wolves held back waiting
like a tree for it to fall before
they started tearing it apart
here I am dying anyway take me
thereby letting the herd escape
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