Stampede

Just a poem

Stampede

A baby buffalo

Raised its head

Among the herd

And then it said

Why do we run

And do not fight?

When they are wrong

And we are right?

Why do they want to

Devour us alive?

When on grass only

We live and strive

The herd was busy

In munching grass

Wiggling their tails

Above the ass

And the leader said

We're not at war

It's a baby's talk

Let's just ignore

When a hungry pride

Approached the herd

Hiding became

Really absurd

And when the baby

Began to bleed

Buffaloes responded

With a stampede