An old weathered Buffalo with poor eyesight
“He stood alone, a monument to survival. This old buffalo, his coat bleached by the sun and scarred by countless battles, watched us with a half blind weary, blue eye. His horns, worn and chipped like old piece of wood, spoke of a life lived in the wild. There was a sadness in his gaze, the loneliness of an aging warrior cast out from the herd.”