Over hill and dale
shadows
slash
bottle green bushes.
Bits of fur
matted and stained
flutter
in the brisk
morning air and
descend
in a grassy knoll
fragrant
with
lily of the valley
soaked
in
rosemary
and
thyme.
Place blame on the fool, for the cost of fuel, for global warmth, zealous haze, the access gap and angst-filled days, housing costs, taint...
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