The dancers swirled in the pre-morning grey, swaying and twirling pirouettes at the whim of the breeze, their mist-white gowns flirting with gravity, not quite obeying, not quite ignoring, whilst the full ensemble of the Dawn Chorus laid down new beats to the backing track of the motorway traffic
"Dance with us, Hunter. Dance with us!" The flirted
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the minuet at edge of dawn -
until your dog picked up an eye
A hellhound? Or just demonspawn?
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Misdirection.
The eyeball, not satanic, was more boringly confection.
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