Limp she lies against the ploughed soil
Still life with pain and pellet.
Flicked and dimpled silent fur
Spread and wind raped.
A dreamer's warmth leaks down, incontinent.
A dropping exudes and steams gently.
Birth and burrow
Flint and furrow
Impaled on the moment
A hand reaches,
A tread scuffs on.
Grasses shadow box the wind,
Rooks in V formation call
A longing for the high empty trees.
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