Tag: fox
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Flockwatcher
Awake again today. The lark still lies. Dark the rilles which remark “Still night”. Lies still while the smart fox disguises what ills his corpse-mind prizes; Skulks, prones, courts day’s first strokes upon his rufous cloak and flanks; Watched flock moving over bitten salient with the unassailability of a tank.
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Garden Foxes
Early just this morning I woke from sleep to see A fox stole from my garden the skull of a sheep Perhaps to Hamlet over, returned it to their keep A trench-veined garden allotment up the street In April and May, all night they scream and screech With child or for a mate, the fox…
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What Foxes Hinted
We thought the fox nature’s messenger He was a dark omen hinting my deceptor His pointed his russet sceptre square at you Called to account your liar’s truths I could see you shaking in boots No route to the roots of you
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Midnight Things
Midnight shape of horrible love Improfound improprieties ignobility ingenious igneous infallibility inessential ipsissimus inchoate iridescentdestitution ignatius ingress investiture inseam instep out of step U ugliest vowel You fairest nyad, pearl diadem holding salt droplets fairer than diamond Assaulting sensuality radiating from your death-moist stinger Macehead of your tailtop, baleful but tameable Midnight sound of falling…
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