Buffaloes in the sunset

 

As the sun began its slow descent towards the horizon, a herd of majestic buffaloes began their trek towards the watering hole.The sky was painted with hues of orange, red and pink, casting a warm glow over savannah.The buffaloes marched in unison, their hooves kicking up a cloud of dust that danced in the red light of the setting sun.

The leader of the herd was a magnificent bull, his massive horns curving gracefully above his head.He snorted and grunted, his deep voice echoing across the plains, as if calling out to his brethren to follow him.And follow him they did, a sea of brown fur stretching out behind him as far as the eye could see.

As they walked ,the buffaloes kicked up a thick layer of dust, which hung in the air like a curtain.The red light of the sun filtered through the haze, casting an ethereal quality over the landscape.

The buffaloes reached the river, a small oasis in the midst of the savannah.They gathered around the edge, their tongues lapping greedily at the cool water.The leader of the herd stood at the edge, watching over his tribe as they drank and replenished their strength.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the savannah into darkness.The buffaloes finished their drinks and began to make their hooves echoing into the thickets.The dust they had kicked up earlier still hung in the air a reminder of their majestic presence on African plains.