On Mist...

On mist-frilled carpets

Of gentle Ivy-weave

Gray-black tiny vixens

Chase their midnight tails

When a pineapple breeze whispers

Ruffles the gray-black fur

And midnight sighs

Breathe in the rot of maple leaves

And trees round Ivy twines

Potent with lucid inky dark

Vixen sighs of unsung whispers

Vixen sleeps and dreams

Vixen runs and flies on midnight wings

Vixen laughs and floats away on a misty breeze

Vixen sees you watching

At the night’s twelfth chime

On cracked church-bells

That time’s kiss has weakened

Vixen…

……Vixen…

………….Love of a…

……………….....Vixen…

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