American Supper
My last night in Yellowstone
By T.R. TadhgPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
Black Wolf tears at Dead
American Bison on
Lamar Valley plains.
//
Coyote holds Snake
in his maw and stares at me with
fishing pole in hand.
//
Dark wind pulls sunset
down on land with black storm clouds.
Bolts threaten my rod.
//
I'll have to buy my
dinner. Roosted Eagle stares
down grim, I drive on.
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T.R. Tadhg
Writer and poet interested in telling American stories and images.
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