Berengia Refugia

I caught an American horse in Berengia to ride across open spaces horses ventured east a million years before to become ancestors of all horses around Wind swept tundra Iŋaliq high reaching upward forever into the midnight sky stars shown across lakes and rivers eternity hunting game with Atlatals and shivers My joy ride pony was a snack in the dark life wasn't just a walk in the park for the scimitar-toothed cat that left hooves and blood winter carnivores too would perish in mud from clouds of spears thrown like cold structured rhymes Glowing green arms of sky through night's waves showed where the predator hunted drawn to firelight raves sending life ending points, arm's countless flicks the x tribe refugia lasted eleven thousand years.