Yellowstone -The times they are a changing

Dylan was out there in front long ago
Times were a changing as we all know
And now its the climate existence abroad
Its actuality that some can’t afford

Looking at yellowstone
That great sanctuary
With the realization
That a lot we can see
How all the animals have to adapt
Its theit fait accompli
Its where they are at

Its the sum snd the substance
To subsist in the realm
Otherwise suffering
May overwhelm
To decipher the future
To plan in advance
And not really leave
Your success to chance

The melt water poured
Down the mountain and ran
Into the rivers it just began
With a spurt and was over
And the sun hit the sky
And the heat hit the ground
In the wink of an eye

BIson these lumbering virile old souls
Showed off their great bulk
With added controls
Dust baths and urine
Clouds everywhere
A display for the ladies
Who would be aware

Rutting was inevItable
Sex on the hoof
The gene pool was evident
It goes through the roof
The biggest the heaviest
Warrior wins
The females and carries
His loins and his sins

Look at them out there
Their outline immense
Like ungulate philosophers
Showing good sense
Above them real sky
And real clouds now so rare
Beavers a beavering
And grizzly bear

The dams lack some water
The kitts number three
There is lots of food around
And may flies be
Out in their trillions
Fluff patterns away
Attracting the cut throat trout
Who will come pay

Their attention to the may flies
Such delicate forms
Faeires so magickal the summers storms
Have welled up behind them
Exposing their worth
And bringing more value onto the earth

An sxplosion of fish come rumbling through
These mayflies hold so much
The flush of the dew
The life force attracts every fish
Now to feed
As the plains are now browning
And they wither indeed

All the big animAls stay on the move
Higher snd higher ground
Stay in the groove
Its when the green shoots are
Where they have to be
Always in front of new growth actually

The bison must do it
Its sex and some more
The first to give birth
9 months time to be sure
The cycle of life
Continues the flow
And the offspring are born
When its green they can grow

Its a bloody great clock
And its ticking outh there
The sabatts come round faster
As does despair
The times they are changing
As we all know
Everyones pressured
To go with the flow