GreAt PoeTRy of 5 NaTIonS
Friday, November 26, 2021
13,958. THE FOX
THE FOX
The fox that howls at the
edge of my fields is looking
for me. Noting an absence,
perhaps. Does he see that
now as my betrayal, and
ought I be wary of him?
We will need to re-think
and re-acquaint as I heal.
Always a long road ahead.
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