Nov 09, 2009 18:43
I found him killed
already, there all sprawled out
in the snow, a wreck
of tufted fur and brown-ed blood
I slowed my walk to stare
he was but hide
and bone and ancient blood
and ghostly horn, too long ago
alive to trouble does
that eyed me from the corn
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I found him killed
already, there, all sprawled
out in the snow.
a wreck of tufted hair
and brown-black blood
I stopped, I had to know.
he was but hide
and bone and ancient blood
and ghostly horn,
too long ago alive
to trouble does
that eyed me from the corn
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I found him killed already, there
all sprawled out in the snow,
a tufted wreck fur and blood
I slowed my walk to stare
he was but hide and bone
and ancient blood, and ghostly horn,
too long ago alive to trouble does
that eyed me from the corn
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