The howlet was early to bed this morn
His flight slow, weighted by full belly
Autumn rust nearly disguised the copper flint spark of the fox
Picking up pace on sidewalk stretch of a quiet street
Where spectral haze lingered quietly
As dreams slowly took leave from dimly lit portals
Intermingling and dissolving within the crow’s solo caw
E.A. O'Connell
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