Temple to some of us, nothing at all to itself,
The rock wall stood changing so gradually
Whole human generations could thrive
And die before the next major rockfall.
Hare sat in the shade near the trailhead,
Heart hammering with the usual dread.
More bad news on the way today, more
Dry weather, cooling nights, tomorrow time
To be prey. How could a planet of insensate
Minerals so lustily generate species of prey?
Hare trembled uncontrollably and never napped.
Hare knew in his featherweight bones the real
Reason that plodding tortoise invariably won.
Between the start and the finish, something
Always pounced and devoured the speedier one.
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