I hear the fox
under a full moon. the scream
of it.
it's mournful howl.
wanting what?
love,
affection?
something that he or she
doesn't have.
who hasn't been there
on a cold
night,
rolling over
with a sigh and wondering,
where,
why? thinking something
just isn't right.
Saturday, April 11, 2020
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