Haiku for the Bison of the Great Plains
Thunder in the grass—
Earth remembers how to breathe,
Hooves drum dawn awake.
Wind through sacred mane,
Ghost herds stir beneath...
I do not remember a beginning, for my memory is not stored in the soft pulp of a single brain but is etched in the frost of the mountainside, in the marrow of my ancestors, and in the silver disc of the moon that calls me to wakefulness.
Executive Summary
In November 2025, the Australian Parliament enacted a transformative suite of environmental legislation, fundamentally reshaping the Commonwealth’s approach to biodiversity conservation, project assessment,...