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Fox into tree
Oh hark ! I think I hear a fox !
How strange , mysterious , the bark
Away there by the lonely pump
I pick my way through stippled shards
Perchance in hope the fox to see
In lambent lozenges of light
It does take fright
Distressed
I am that fox ! That fox is ME !
My pensive patina alight
And in the dark’ning gloom I see
I’m myriad in gossamer
I think I’m rather like a tree
I thought perhaps I was the fox
Omnivalent
On this settee
On which I lounge in pants and vest
I should get dressed
Hannah
O Hannah of the flapping ear
So brave so spotty and so short
Is deaf and blind but has no fear
The house she keeps safe from attack
And no one but her knows
Oh Hannah brave will not be bought
By biscuit or by sweets
She guards the step from any threat
Her teeth are sharp she goes for feet
And bites the burglars toes
O Hannah of the flapping ear
Shes beautiful and svelt
She bounces as she runs along
Like an aardvark on the veldt
Just following her nose
Anita Greg 18th June 2016
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