upon this mound of stones...so tenously stacked...in balance, time and grace...the hawks and vultures soar in skies...wheel of time abstraction...a threat to those in grassy land...below the porcupine with quills arrayed...defends against the dangers from the sky...rabbits in the grass, so often preyed...seek shelter from the predators that fly...the aggregate though balanced...faces the whims of fate...wind...heat...cold...snow...rain...trembling earth...tests their fragile state...still they stand...enduring nature’s strain...this tableau...peril and flight...embody the endless dance of day and night...in seasons' change...