Cohabitation

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Long wardens of the iris beds,

scaled mothers of the stable ends,

patrolling the log pile and the cellarway,

tasting the air with tempered tongues,

i greet you good morning,

my round-eyed, tolerant yardmates,

handsomely striped and gleaming in the sun,

this field and woods and open sky

all the world we need.