Saturday, December 26, 2009

ch.2, v.52-56



Yea, through millennia untold the noble ancestors of our genera
Met upon the fields of our territories
With backs arched in enmity and ivory weapons unsheathed,
But look now upon this triumph wrought in the heat of Helios--
The truce of the sunspot makes of canid and felid one pack.





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