
Beneath bronzed bracken fronds are formed
tracks left by frenzied creatures as
the rising sun proclaims the morn
the time for foraging now is passed
beneath drooping eyelids, bellies full
warm, grass-lined burrows gently call
for now their long night’s work is done
they again await the setting sun
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I smile. It is true, there are a lot of rabbits around here. There are also adders. But the adders don’t forage at night!
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