AmyMichelleMosier Posted October 13 Share Posted October 13 See there marches Orion With Sirius close at his feet Tarrying not long in the air To begin the midnight hunt. His quickened breath congeals – His boots crunch the fallen snow – His eyes attempt to discern Between tree and furtive shadow. Mark the occasion and time Of this harvest moon's fair And note the dog's primal talent For smelling blood and fear Not to bring down a mighty elk To quarter and tan its hide – What they instead come upon Is Aries in a clearing field. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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