By: Conrado V. Pedroche
This is a Carabao, horns, hide and hoofs, a huge hemispherical belly well-filled and pampered; a long tapering tail ending in a tuft of hair heavy with caked mud whipping the sides right and left, right and left; tongue sticky licking wet fly-infested nostrils in and out, in and out; eyes wide and hairy, neck furrowed and rough, the chant of chewing jaws, the slow unvarying motion of grinding teeth, the quiet of shifting cud; a bird poised for flight upon the back – suspended grace of wings, unuttered loveliness song: this –this a marvelous statue in live bronze strong, majestic and more wonderful far than all the ways of Gods and fools.
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