white mistthe clatter of deer hoovesacross creek stonesJennifer Sutherland
winter light—a flick of mouse tailsin the grain drum
a nest of mice deep
in the straw bale
Edgar’s Farmthe rescued sheepbreathes fresh air
in early frost
the brumbies huddle . . .
I miss your hugs
on the cane toad’s back
pustules of light
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