In a Hollow Log

In a Hollow Log

A mouse,
its heart
thundering,

trembles
near the yellow
flower

sprouting
through the soft wood,
imagines

the fox
sniffing the shadows
spilling

from the log
will fail
to capture

the aromas
of fear and breath,
and skulk away

through the tall grass,
over the rocky knoll.

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