A Rare Buffalo

I met a medicine man on his way to the bus stop.
I admired his walking stick with dangling feathers and his snake skin and shells necklace. And earrings of shell.
We chatted Tell me about dreams and the pow wow. He told me about the dream catchers...
My art student is in his tribe. Her father is a Chief. I asked him his Indian name. I asked how he was named.
He was told to close his eyes and asked what did he see? Black he replied
Look deeper the Chief said.
I see a white dot, he said.
Good.
Look closer, what is the shape?
I see a white buffalo.
Very rare.
Come back in three days and I will have your name.
White River Hawk.
He said he missed his bus but was so happy to do so.
because he loved answering my questions.