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Giving cream to street cats,
underneath the waxing crescent moon.
No one else is around.
No one else to see us dance,
to hear us laugh.
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Two skunks on a first date.
Him in his sharpest black,
Her in her finest white.
I would have brought some eggs, fruits, and nuts,
Had I known it was tonight.
No need.
The trashcan provides them heavenly delights.
She will join him in his burrow for more than just sleep.
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A lone baby bunny,
silently surfs the surfaces of the witching hour,
every night,
for a full week.
Where is your family baby bunny?
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A mother deer and her quickly growing fawn,
relax almost invisible
on the nocturnal suburban lawn.
Where is the elder Elk?
I have not seen him all season.
Why all these animals?
What is the reason?
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