L'aura del Campo

Sunrise mirrored in the buffalo's eyes [316]

Sunrise mirrored in the buffalo's eyes

To see sunrise mirrored
in the buffalo's eyes,
glinting off the flooded fields
where thin blades of grass
wait for a breeze to bring it news.

The morning's traffic
sings the market's dawn song,
those precious moments
before the day warms up,
as it has for hundreds of years.

The monkeys nod. The buffaloes know.
The elephants too.
They tried to slow down the two-legged ones
who scurry among them.
They gave up centuries ago.

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