May 2018
i guess he thought that
no one
would see him cross
a newly ploughed field
just past the lime kiln
red earth, red fur repeated
the shadow came darker
some one left a marker
on the fence
no one
would see him cross
a newly ploughed field
just past the lime kiln
red earth, red fur repeated
the shadow came darker
some one left a marker
on the fence
Written by
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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