Wednesday, December 23, 2015
By shadows they fed, below the wood's hood,
noses out of eaves, never straying from them.
Aware to the watcher, tranquility arrested;
they fled within, as disclosed fish strike for the depths.
Yet one walked out to watch the watcher.
Saplings from his head upon a raised neck.
The family now ensconced in the dark matter
he levelly stared like one not satisfied
until fully amending his unawares,
by reciprocating your eye for eye.
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