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Astronomical Poetry after the harvest rain,
fallen apples
beneath crooked trees
and fawn so young
they are running with the herd
as lone a figure stalks
with footsteps of death
not a sound nor a breath escapes the blind
for the hunter uses the light of night
Tycho, radiates near to Copernicus, as brilliant white
and often wise
those environs of foretelling
ingenious Muse in the skies
his mask, a face he hides
silently he glides a hunter conquers and divides
and all the other places.
from the front to back where the sun never shines.
on his face
most melancholy this night
and the hunter tracks
that neither doe nor ten point buck escapes
execution.
