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Evening – Palm Sunday
The waxing moon knows nothing of Holy Week
And stars care nothing for sacred liturgies
Nor do the fireflies flitting among the trees
And ‘round the darkening lawn as evening falls
The beagle dozing in her rabbit-dreams
A neighboring cow looking beyond her fence
And honeybees buzzing to their night-cells hence
Would not understand the penances of Lent
For they never betrayed their God, and thus
They well may serve as a rebuke to us
2 comments:
Ah Yes.
Cats, of course, regard themselves as gods.
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