barbedwirefencestopsCoCIAne ID: 555462 June 23, 2020, 4:12 p.m. No.9723160   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

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The stream is shrunkโ€“the pool is dry,

And we be comrades, thou and I;

With fevered jowl and dusty flank

Each jostling each along the bank;

And, by one drouthy fear made still,

Forgoing thought of quest or kill.

Now 'neath his dam the fawn may see,

The lean Pack-Wolf as cowed as he,

And the tall buck, unflinching, note

The fangs that tore his father's throat.

The pools are shrunkโ€“the streams are dry,

And we be playmates, thou and I,

Till yonder cloudGood Hunting!Loose

The rain that breaks our Water Truce.