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Saturday, 16 June 2012

TWIG

Behind me,
the crack of a snapping twig.


Look around, scan the trees
and the gaps in between,
listen beyond the breeze,
nothing more heard, nothing seen.


Who or what?
A dog,
a wolf,
a murderer,
a mugger,
a stalker,
fairies,
elves?


Twigs don't snap themselves.

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