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Dead Game, On moonlit nights
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October 2015 Dead Game, On moonlit nights
Hoof falls echo on.
Lonely .....roads.
Where shadows, oft conspire...
Where mist, forms, and .....
frost glistens.
Silver .....,on the bushes.
In passing, headlights.
Foxes, clear the roads....
where crows missed.
A daytime kill
leaving ......
rotting flesh, and
feathers
Fit for a Canidae's feast!
Giajl © Jim Love
