the young crocodile lazes and warms at the river's edge, aware of men in canoes but unaware of the tiny dramas unfolding just inches around him in the wet sawgrass. big spiders lurk for wee fish; fish lurk for spiders. life eats itÂ’s own death. their common bond: struggle.
08/19/2006
"their common bond: struggle." Now ain't that just the truth!?! Really enjoyed this.
...the rats race, hungry dogs graw their own young. But there is no checkered flag, and no day for any dog.
