Hanging Out

We went to the zoo earlier this week.  There is a statue that Isaac likes to play on every time we go.  This poem made me think of it.

"The Bison Returns"

Midnight and the world so cold.
The sky is holding snow.
On the stone flank of a buried cave
an old fire-smear awakes
and walks out, down the drifted miles,
down the smothered hills.

It steps into the yard to graze
just as snow begins
falling soundless in a dream
upon the shaggy ghost.
What will I say to keep it here?
What song will I sing?

by Tony Johnston (from Heart to Heart: New Poems Inspired by Twentieth-Century American Art, pg 11)