snoozing tomcat—
a moonlit paddock ripples
with plague mice

Kent Robinson

dry spell 
travelling stock forage 
the long paddock 

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beyond this hill
another town’s faint glow . . .
birdsong

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a

moonlight drips
from weatherworn eaves —
passing storm

      

Kent Robinson

 

Gavin Austin

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