At a village café,Where water flows beneath a plane tree.
The fox climbs onto a plank,But her eye catches something.
People gathered like a choir,Are watching television.
On the screen a man suddenly,Declares something, shouting.
His tie knotted at his throat,His eyes unfocused.
His tongue runs wild,The fox falls into thought.
She hurries toward the henhouse,- This one must be of our kind!?
Bark, bark, the dog in the woods, The animals, all turned to wax, Were running for their very lives, The rabbit had bared his teeth, —This is astonishing to see, It should be…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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