Three Foxes by the Edge of the Field at Twilight - by
One ran,
/ her nose to the ground,
/ a rusty shadow
/ neither hunting nor playing.
/
/ One stood; sat; lay down; stood again.
/
/ One never moved,
/ except to…
One ran,
/ her nose to the ground,
/ a rusty shadow
/ neither hunting nor playing.
/
/ One stood; sat; lay down; stood again.
/
/ One never moved,
/ except to…
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