Monday, March 31, 2014

The 'Happy' Tusker Comments

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The noon-orb had dropped his anchor close to the cliffs high,
The ground bellowed in the heat wave curdling under the turquoise sky,
Happy he roamed the hills, wanton in new shoots, till he saw her in a haze,
Something unnerved him he flared his nostrils at her unflustered gaze.
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