for Sheraq Omar Who stayed, long after his pay stopped, in the zoo with no visitors, just keepers and captives, moth-eaten, growing old together. Who begged for meat in the market-place as times grew hungrier, and cut it up small to feed him, since his teeth were gone. Who could stroke his head, who knew …
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A Dark Feathered Art 