The Wax Conspiracy

Laughing at the giraffes with binoculars

Hearing enough for the jokes that riddle them, the canvas spreads out in directions across the rocks. From over to under and over on under, the scope of vision holds no truth to their predicament.

Chasing the animals in the zoo is like safari without the pressure or fear of having to return empty handed. Strip it all down, remove the walls, moats and small children and the feast is far more a different beast.

Birds flying high and the long necks of giraffes watch the dust from feet as the idle scene pays to toward their sort of entertainment. Of the hunters turned hunted and knowing not quite where they will fall or if they will even feel it coming.

Ethan Switch

Written on Wednesday, 30 August 2006

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