NOW AND AGAIN
The dung beetle rises at dawn to
begin the day's trek - a slow climb
over things in its way. Until something
deemed 'rich' is met, where it stays
and delays, for its feast. There are
instances where the beetle never
leaves again, that spot found perfect
until it too is exhausted. Complacency
like that never killed the cat, though
why it's curiosity that did, I don't know
that. How human-like it does all seem.
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