the rabbits are floppy and fresh.
Neo the Catbus still
is out for human flesh
goats are silent for once.
they neither leap nor run.
in the forest: half-moon tear-drops
falling from the sun.
in the dimness of the afternoon
Argos and Augie sit with me
watching the projected shadow
of an almost disappearing pea
Molly and Rex absent only accidentally
from the path of partiality
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