Sunday, January 8, 2012

Eurymachus on Auspice (Divination through the Flight of Birds)


"Go home and babble your omens to your children —
save them from some catastrophe coming soon. 
I'm a better hand than you at reading portents. 
Flocks of birds go fluttering under the sun’s rays, 
not all of them are fraught with meaning.”

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