How High? (Hour 10)

Tell, how high can you soar standing so lofty and haughty

above the mulberries and dwarf plants?

Though your leaves strain against the skies,

And receive the first showers of rain,

Yet they bow before my ever-searching lips.

Tempestuous flies test my temper even as my tail eagerly chastises them

My strong hind legs dare hungry cats, stomp the earth-. a warning to the wise

before bones break and warriors weary from battle

limp away in shame.

I rise above all,  ruminate over the fresh, fleshy leaves of the wild.




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