Imagining desolate whiteness of the ice age plain,
my searching eyes look for anything,
in the distance, some shapes, and colors
disrupt the monochromatic scene.

Heading that way, wooly mammoths come into view,
two of them and a glyptodon, found something to eat,
a bit of vegetation, uncovered by the wind,
brown frozen and old with no food value at all.

Yet they nibble and stand guard of their find,
thousands of years later, in a place called Argentina,
this scene is excavated by archeologists,
just as fascinated by their find.