Janus the crafty
Looked backward watching the lion
As I hiked too bored to do it
On my own humming softly
As we hiked as one these
Moments undoing years
Of having but one mind.
The lion behind
Settled down to watch
But one of us was aware
And smiling.
He squatted low with ears back
As we chuckled softly
Fingering our Becker BK7.
A roll of thunder
Might have covered the thought
Of his charge but our piercing
Eyes both fore and aft
Transfixed him in the rain
Which rolled off our hat
In rivulets.
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