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Bison and Quail

I never think about bison.
After all, I live in St. Louis,
why should I?
 
But when I went hunting
for quail in Montana
I tripped and
 
broke my leg, flopped
on the tundra all night.
Come morning
 
I saw bison romping
toward me, hundreds of them
coming in thunder.
 
I heard them snorting.
Honestly, I’m not lying.
I thought about bison then.
 
I never think about ISIS, either.
I live in St. Louis, after all,
why should I?
 
 
Donal Mahoney

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