At the Sign of the Fox and Phoenix
weird stuff. high imagination. or high strangeness. depends on your point of view. mostly poems.
Monday, February 11, 2019
Shadow Folk
shadows pass
before the picture window
nothing casting them
i need to set out some food
because they've started
ringing the windchines
on stagnant air days
the other humans
are noticing
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