New.
Something new that attaches to my senses.
Rustles in the reeds, smells mixing with the damp rotting woods.
Small, brazen, lumbering through my space
without rhythm or rhyme in breath and step.
If this is the seeking, how uncouth!
Graceless meaning merciless.
New.
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Ooh, yes! The stinky smell of the ox . . . how sweet!
… and another… each stinky to the other…