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Come brothers and foesat the end of my nose
I know you can't see me
and hear my cry
when the nighthawks fly
life's for the living
free.
When the sun shines down the land dries up
and locusts whirl and buzz
when it's hot and mean
I've got my own scene:
it's a hole underground for this pup.
But according to men,
those wholived here once,
then;
not the one's all around this place now:
I made all this myself!
If you wonder, but how?
Well,
how else could I fit in so well?
Like a small, sly doggie demiurge
I crouch and stretch and rise
to awaken in the evening
fluffed up, alert and wise.
Emergence from the underworld,
even when it's your den
is always a new beginning:
it's time to go hunting then.
Come run, come race, along the trace
through sagebrush, bunchgrass, rocky place,
by river willows, under fence,
I'll disappear.
You'll know not whence.
I'll call my clan across the land:
together, we will call our prey
and run them down
'till break of day.
I'll sing with beauty, sing with strength
I'll sing with wavering breath and length.
A tremolo
up to the sky.
I'll sing until the day I die.
Relations then will come to me
from all the wide serentity:
my brothers, sisters, cousins
then
old aunts and uncles
sometimes friends.
Perhaps a stranger to the pack:
I'll bite him once
upon the back.
And then together we will run
all down the swales...
(TO BE CONTINUED)
-- Anonymous, June 10, 2002
I hear you.We see the same moon.
Keep singing.
I'll hear you.
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-- Anonymous, June 21, 2002