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Show LEGEND OF THE ANKOTARINJA* An eon passes, still he sleeps in earth, A hollowed, warm, and gentle place of rest While deep within him longings for rebirth Arouse his languid blood, and in his breast His heart, with frantic flutters, brings him life. The red of dawn baptises him. He lifts His head to smell the fragrant winds and rife Upon the breeze is scent of man which drifts To him. He rushes through soft underground, Emerges in the west and kills the men, Consumes their flesh. He sleeps. Without a sound, An enemy Avenger comes and then The sharpened weapon cuts. He does not die, But journeys home to earth with sorrowed sigh. *Australian wild dog |
