Yellowstone

By Aiden Power

Hot wind blows gently as the buffalo graze

Mothers eat their fill as a young calf plays

The smell of grass and leaves mix in the air

The river streams and geysers erupt violently

Out in the forest wanders a hungry black bear

Wolves fight to keep their dynasty

Sunlight warms the earth

And fawns lie in the trees waiting for their mothers

Not yet having their druthers

Later that night as all the creatures slept

Rose a spark in the forest

To a dry patch of grass, it crept

Starting innocent, a small crackle chorused

As it expanded so did its appetite

Roaring and gnashing it’s nasty bite

Further, it grew; louder and louder

Ash fell as black powder

Trees melting like clay

Beauty it gleamed

Screaming and clawing searching for prey

A death sentence, greed embodied