Clattering like a doomsday book,
In sleep-sunk fear I groaned and shook;
In the dark of night a fox cried.
I died.
In
the dark of night a fox cried,
Yellow-eyed beneath a scrap of moon,All my sins on the sheets were strewn;
In the dark of night a fox cried.
I died.
In
the dark of night a fox cried,
Scraping close on the half-up pane,I fell to judgement, stained as Cain;
In the dark of night a fox cried.
I died.
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September 2014