Dawn is drab~ Since night’s dealings of daylight’s doubts~ Left a murky, lead air to~ Hold out the light,~ Leaving sleepers dumb and wakers faint in a fog~ But somewhere in a field, something’s eyes are~ Awake.~ Somewhere in a field, they~ Wobble, glimmer, reflect from~ All Angles.~ Somewhere in a field something slept on... Continue Reading →

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