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Canines
Roadways slice the jungle separation,
Settlement’s civilized, orderly gridlock,
Trees toppled, dense undergrowth now clipped grass,
Cattle, sheep graze in melancholy, only yards from the tiger,
The lines of demarcation hold the cat away,
But not the dog, trusted companion, he may roam the two,
Silent through the undergrowth,
Tracking things on the rain forest floor,
Snarls at the gibbon up in the branches,
Obedient of the master on the lawn, but impatient at the scent,
A jester’s play and beg for a bowl, but nightfall beckons,
Away again to the harsh tangled maze,
Tracing wild pathway’s to the prey,
No lamb or calf victims, but rough game and foul,
And his teeth gnaw away at the meat…
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2007-12-06
00:54:47
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