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craven woods and broods of bats

Cold as the bone
and the leaf gets pulled
floating gingerly across
Riverbed and sediment

towards ill omens in the piles
of leaves raked up
Like the bat's?
Remember them?
They've caught up to us

Autumn winds nip
fires don't cut it
and you never know
who is who
in the thick


Written by Dreamboy
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