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Rabbit muse In the damp-tangled forest On the edge of seeable green I see a twitch, and freeze. The twitching thing knows to look sharp into the dark of my eye, Lock me in a stare-trap. Shift and pause on the moss, shift and pause, Staring and knowing I will not test the trap strength. One crunch of boot in the mossy air And the muse is gone. |
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