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Fox
 
Green and red I remember:
the lawn soaked in evening sun
and fur - rusty like summer earth.
Show off
    trotting out from the hedge,
    yawning, you gave the house a look.
 
Red youth pointing,
turning, chasing its brush:
scent and instinct mixed in cooler air.
Molt cub
    your green nature hardened,
    crusted in thick shadow.
 
In the garden's darkness
your adult coat was forged
- the colour of your wasteland track.
Long dog
    a one time visitor,
    nothing here to bring you back. 
 

 

 

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