As nature gradually reclaims its soil, the silence from the murdered herds is screaming from the trees. The awe we felt from bravery and stubborn stance has been replaced by shame of what a single man with guns can do, of wreckage and the vulture aftermath of death, when plains and woods are empty of those grazing beasts.
But in the distance there’s still a thunder from their hooves. The buffaloes that roam again, reclaiming, raising dust, that break monotony of static lines of sight and fill horizons once again – with life, as we have learned that heroes shouldn’t kill.
The picture this week might be a rerun, but for me it’s new. Rochelle is having a little bit of rest, but you can still go around and read the wonderful 100 word stories this week. The reference for my story is the senseless killing of buffaloes, and also the story of Buffalo Bill. I hope that some of these big animals will be allowed to reclaim some of their habitat even more.
June 25, 2014