I walk the lands freely, yes, this is my home

Over fields of green, through the plains, I roam

In the hills of the Dakotas, tis where I’m alive

Basking in the sunlight, just hoping to survive

See, the hunters find me an appetizing treat

And it’s only so fast I can run on these feet

So, cautiously I’ll wander, like a lonesome waif

Looking for a place, where I’ll finally be safe

 

November Writing Prompt – The Dakota plains – Day 23/30

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