American Supper

My last night in Yellowstone

By T.R. TadhgPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year 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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