Sky Buffalo

The clouds are charging the horizon
Illuminated buffalo that fly
Their bellies lit, their horns are rising
The rays of light their piercing cry

The heavy rains of early winter
Have shot dark grey into the sky
This herd of buffalo crash through it
The waves reflect their gallant light

The battle of the grey and golden
As darker clouds burst into white
The buffalo break through the stupor
And splatter blue up cold and high