Saturday, 21 January 2012

Bosky

Hankered down.
Like a hungry fox,
Hunting lamb.
Nestled in.
Like a night time nightingale.
Smelling rich and mossy.
Velvety dark.
Blackening low boughs and brush.
To pool at the bottom of the bosky.
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