A Coat to Keep Her Warm

[Gerryswo]

Revision 1

BEASTS
She was so old
she could call back the days
when rumbling trains would cross the land,
when she would see from her car
the brown black beasts
pummeling the ground
matching the thunder
of the metal beast beneath her seat.
She saw them fall too,
silent lead from invisible rifles
thumping into heaving hides,
final snorts of life rippling the golden grass.
She snuggled into the thick black coat
that warmed her while her fires waned,
remembering how the beasts dried to white,
bony exclamation points glinting in the night. 

(This is my first post in a number of years. Please tell if I'm not doing it right).

She was so old
she could call back the days
when rumbling trains would cross the land,
when she would sit in her seat
and see the brown the black beasts
run like waves of sound.
She saw them fall too,
silent lead from invisible rifles
thumping into heaving hides,
final snorts of life rippling golden grass.
Then there were no more.
The plains died,
the beasts dried to white.
She kept her coat though.
It kept her warm when the fires waned.