And then the foxes’ barks
And the spinning moon
And I lay in my hammock
With my senses strewn
To the fine night breezes
And I saw different darks
Dancing behind my eyes
And I heard the deep sighs
Of the sad dying trees,
Felt a stitch in my stomach,
Watched the latticework friezes
Of starlight through leaves,
And knew that finally,
At the end of a long road of days,
I’d found some kind of home.
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