As none of you knew before this point in time, I write poetry as well as stories about horses. I was going back through some of my old stuff and thought I might post this one.

The Birds, the Bees, and I

We are rude and polite and homicidal and self-sacrificing
The angel stops to embrace the demon
The rising ape touches the falling deity
And they nod to one another in comprehension
Of things that they cannot understand
Without the other

But

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