They do. It’s true.
One nest, near-clones,
Robs next-door nests
To swell its horde.
Huge hordes rob more.
It’s an old tale
To nude tale apes—
In the charmed ring,
All is peace, calm,
And lots of work.
Past the ring, war,
Raids, death, the world.
From the first cell
To the last game—
You raise your wall;
You’ll use those gates.
Sunday, October 25, 2020
Nude Mole Rats Stage Raids to Steal Pups
