Taney Crescent

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Moon snail shell
Spotted armor I have known
You make a home there
Anywhere you can crawl towards
You leave a trail behind
Inching forwards to where you'll go

Why did I want to tear down that tree?
Foxes wait and watch
Turn away
they are gone
Sometimes you catch them
In the middle of the road
I do not know the color of their eyes
Only their stillness

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