Two former foes, a canine and a cat,
Lay basking in the warmth of spring’s caress,
Their old territorialism now but tat,
As brotherhood took hold, their bond no less.

Beneath an ancient oak whose verdant spread
Shielded them from the bright noonday sun’s glare,
Deep slumber overtook each sleepy head,
As gentle breezes ruffled coat and hair.

Companions now, their turf wars long since past,
They dream of woodland chases, undeterred
By former hates and enmities amassed,
United in repose as beast and bird.

In nature’s sweet renewal, ageold strife
Surrenders to the harmonic of life.

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