A thick haze clings to the sky,
only letting filtered light through
in the early morning hours.
The valley stretches for miles in all directions,
mountains and hills fill in the voids
but disappear in the distance.
Curving streams and creeks wind their way
through the grasses and brush
which offer hiding spots for various wild life.
Bison plod their way across the valley,
stopping for nothing, not even the cars.
They own this land, and everyone gives way.
A lone grey wolf stalks small prey,
circling, walking back and forth,
then looking out to protect his treasure.
Groups of pronghorn dot the hills,
some braver ones find their way to the stream.
The sun rises higher,
the temperatures rise,
and the animals find their way
to shadier spots amongst the distant trees.
Quiet returns to Lamar Valley.