Black poppy sleeps a dreamless night In summer shade of moony light Hazy veils of clouds loom low The warm kittens close to the earth Underground bodies stir with no sound No one to tear them under the ground Ghost horse and stillborns turn in their cradles Silvery meadow murmurs the song of Tiny glow worm glowing Rain starts her shimmery descent Into the old leathery skin of the farm
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