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Anselm’s Proof

It was a frozen moment.
The lion sprang from grass
to slip by a zebra
and fall upon an asp.

The asp took it lightly.
Blessed where it stung.
Then praised the Almighty
for birth after death as one.

Who made up this flick.
MGM, Disney or Thee?
No, the fittest of the fit
In the best that can be.

Published in Poetry