Native prairie patches—once part of the American Great Plains biome—survive on the Llano Estacado tablelands. These windswept expanses of grassland speak in silence, in soliloquies adrift on mountain-born westerlies.
With whispers of sage on her breath, the prairie yearns for affection. I give my heart willingly. But, penned words are meaningless to her. She prefers unspoken rumination—self-discovery that removes fetters of my soul—so that my spirit finds divine truth in all things through her.
As ominous clouds of civilization invade the boundless horizons of her Llano Estacado tablelands, they threaten unwelcome change. Once familiar barks of a vanishing keystone species like the Black-tailed Prairie Dog are increasingly scarce. The markedly quieter chatter among these grassland engineers, in colonies turned ghost towns, underscores a cautionary truth—nature’s grandest endeavors depend on the success of the smallest component.
© Ilija Lukić 2026
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