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Rabbit muse In the damp and tangled forest, On the darkest edge of green, I see a twitch. And freeze. The eyes above the twitch dart A sharp look to the dark Possessive flesh of my eye, And pin it in a stare trap. Shift and pause on the moss, Shift - and pause - on the leaves, It stares and fears how I Might now test the trap's strength: On the leaves, you crouch to look And, with your scrunch of shoes In the mossy air, my muse Is free. |
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