Tenderly I brushy limn
The dearest claw
And sprouted skin
That pose of stalk
And neck-bent back
The loping walk
The feral lack
Dappled green
And scumbled brown
A prancing scene
A feather crown
A footed hare
Or wooly bear
To lay a way
What's never there
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014
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