hillcrest
sunrise pinks
the mare’s muzzle
Gavin Austin
fur from the brush
soft in my hand
a white cloud
Jan Napier
streetlamp shadows
between rail and kerb
the tabby vanishes
Lynette Arden
she-oak . . .
a panting kelpie
in the wisp of shade
Gavin Austin
5am milking . . .
a white cat follows
the
fog
in
Lorin Ford
foggy highway—
the black and white cows
only sometimes there
Sandra Simpson
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