Orion, won't you give me your star sign. Orion, get up on the sky-line. I'm high on my hill and I feel fine. Orion, let's sip the heavens' heady wine.
Hair stands high on the cat's back like. a ridge of threatening hills.. Sheepdogs howl, make tracks and growl ---. their tails hanging low.. And young children falter in their games.