Meet Bill "Buffalo Bill" that is

The Buffalo

While grazin' quietly a man I see

so I watch him, as he watches me

the question bein' who's gonna flee!

I guess he will 'cuz I'm that big

but I can't stand his feathered wig.

So I'll just blow me, lots of snot

and watch his pony spook a lot

Well! it bucks to the West, lands in the East

for I the buffalo, am a mighty beast.

Brown and hairy, but do I care

these northern plains, I will not share

but! Go young Indian do not fear

as your painted pony starts to rear.

I shall let you live to tell the tale

brave young Warrior who's face is pale

as the sunset fades over mountains yonder

I can't help but to look and wonder

why the painted pony stands quiet and proud

beneath western skies without a cloud

but then I see,

in the Warrior's eyes,

sad tears have filled

for I the buffalo, shall be killed.

Written by: Mary Ann Pont

These cute big hairy critters live down the road from me. They have lived there for about 22 years that I know of. Today when I went to take there pics. one walked up to me and let me pet him. The one I got a close up of is name Bill, "imagine that" lol. The hair on his face feels like a wire brush and it's really thick. He kept giving me mean eyes. I wasn't sure if he was going to attack me are not, but he turned out to be really nice. I tried calling the rest of his family up but they wouldn't come. Then I thought maybe I wasn't calling them right. Just how do you call a buffalo? I figured the best way to get a close up of the ones down by the pond was to use the zoom on my camara. After a day of walking in the woods and taking pics. of buffalo, I figured I might need to get home to my "brave" husband and cook his dinner. lol