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Feb 2019
By stark winter trees
where snow lays glimmering
beneath a timeless moon,
he howls across bleak centuries.  
Bitter wind, tinged with distant scents,
ruffles thick, grey fur.  
Unfathomable night unfolds,
and he watches with yellow eyes
as thin high clouds obscure,
and then reveal again,
tiny alien stars.
Al Drood
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Al Drood  M/North Yorkshire
(M/North Yorkshire)   
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