Sturdy Bison

Sturdy bison, you let the butterfly pass

What is the point, if one little lass

Whose soul is so tiny, wings so fragile

Lived for only one more hour?

Sturdy bison, your kindness bleeds

Through your heart, out your tears

It kills you to stop and help those

Of which gratitude never shows

Sturdy bison the snow has melted

Spring has come, warmth ascended

But sturdy bison, what is wrong?

You shouldn’t be hearing the angel’s song.

Sturdy bison, you’ve let yourself fall

Succumb to salvation, an eternal pause;

You won’t acknowledge, yet you still know

Kindness was your weakness from

Conquering the snow.