I am Ox.
Much has been written about me.
Dramatic battles that stand proof of my unruly nature.
It is said I was sought, found, won, and lost.
What Ox is needed when there is only seeking, finding, winning, and losing?
And yet again, perhaps
there is truly that creature – so I am told –
that can only meet by moving towards or away
– or stand confused.
But I am Ox
and I only know oxish things
like eating, sleeping, voiding, and sighing deeply in contentment of being Ox.
Is this the start of a new set?
Only the Ox knows…. 😉
Thank goodness for the Ox and its oxish ways!
except for the muddy hoof-prints on my keyboard… and the meadow muffins in hall!
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