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Under the orange moon their voices drift shrill distant wild Downhill the dogs waken in envy and anger Deep bays send the message one by one over darkened homes and empty meadows across the valley and up where the horses scream alerts of danger and cats scratch and thunder to the rooftops On the opposing hill our pup moans low in her throat a sound of warning and impatience that shoots down the road echoing for minutes and miles “The Hunt The Hunt” and the moon turns pale All rights Reserved |
Selected Poems
2010