Where deserts bake in broiling heat without a welcome storm,
The denizens who call it home obey a double rule:
Some, waking to the welcome Sun, expose fhemselves, to warm,
While others shun his presence, and seek shelter where it's cool.
The first are those of scaly composition, who must catch
The daily dose of solar rays by which they will survive,
The second - those of fur, whose need that other does not match,
For, come the day, they must avoid the heat to stay alive.
And yet they all may interact beneath the globe that burns
By taking or preserving life upon the globe that turns.
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