In the bright crisp sun of morning
The rabbit eats the green leaf
He is anxious and alert
But has no name for the state
He is in
The raptor watches the rabbit
Dreaming of pursuit of his prey
He hungers and launches
In the shining shimmer of the open air
But has no name of the state
He is in
I watch both
And rejoice and mourn I have so many
Names for the state of things
Gene McLaughlin 2012
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