busy"The Prairie Horns"
On the plains,
the grass grows tall
and moves in waves
like the ocean.
In summer it's green
and everyone can see it,
but as the weather dries
and turns toward autumn,
the grass begins to fade.
In some places it turns brown,
in others pale green, and paler,
until it nearly vanishes from view,
lost in whispering shadows.
The prairie horns move through it,
their coats a brighter shade than
sun-dried grass, that only people
moved by spirit can see.
The grass parts around them,
like waves before the prow of a ship,
and even unseen, they are beautiful.
