Fight Of A Buffalo With Wolves.

A buffalo, lord of the plain,             With massive neck and mighty mane,             While from his herd he slowly strays,             He on green herbage calm doth graze,             And when at last he lifts his eyes             A savage wolf he soon espies,             But scarcely deigns to turn his head             For it inspires him with no dread,             He knows the wolf is treacherous foe             But feels he soon could lay him low,             A moment more and there's a pair             Whose savage eyes do on him glare,             But with contempt them both he scorns             Unworthy of his powerful horns;             Their numbers soon do multiply             But the whole pack he doth defy,             He could bound quickly o'er the plain             And his own herd could soon regain;             His foes they now are full a score             With lolling tongues pant for his gore,             He hears their teeth all loudly gnash             So eager his big bones to crash,             On every side they him infest,             The north, the south, the east, the west             Fierce rage doth now gleam from his eye,             Resolved to conquer or to die,             'Round him they yelp and howl and growl,             He glares on them with angry scowl,             They circle closer him around,             He roars and springs with mighty bound,             And of his powers gives ample proof,             Felling them with horn and hoof,             Though some lay dead upon the plain,             Yet their attack was not in vain,             For they have tasted of his blood,             Resolved it soon shall pour a flood,             He feels that they have torn his hide             And streams gush from each limb and side,             He rushes on them in despair             And tosses them full high in air,             But others rush on him and pull             Down to the earth that glorious bull;             On the flesh of this noble beast             Their bloody jaws they soon do feast,             Full worthy of a better fate             Far from his herd and his dear mate,             Who now do look for him in vain             His bones do whiten now the plain.