Seen from the rock ledge in autumn,
I was downwind and you looked up,
red surprised and gone without a trace.
Now, tracks in the snow, four toes, claws,
hunting meadow voles invisibly ahead of me.
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Seen from the rock ledge in autumn,
I was downwind and you looked up,
red surprised and gone without a trace.
Now, tracks in the snow, four toes, claws,
hunting meadow voles invisibly ahead of me.
