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more full of leaves
Come away, human child, for the world is more full of leaves than you can ever know.
Come away to where the blackberries grow
Step in, step in deeper, into shadow. There are more fruits there, hidden, sweet, and black.
Who and what were in this world?
Crows saying, autumn's coming. autumn's coming. I know that, crows. I know. I can read cool drenching dews and sharp skies too, you know. I know what blackberries mean.
Also titmice, singing one minute and raising an alarm the next. And something that rustled by the stone wall, something dark, not a shadow, because its darkness was sleek. I couldn't get a sense of size. What creature are you? Let me see your ears or eyes, so I can know. But the leaves hid it. Then, a moment later, a pointed ear, a green eye. Cat! You're the one alarming the titmice, then.
Also this small creature
And this magic fruit
And out my window now? Circles of light and dark, dancing.
Come away to where the blackberries grow
Step in, step in deeper, into shadow. There are more fruits there, hidden, sweet, and black.
Who and what were in this world?
Crows saying, autumn's coming. autumn's coming. I know that, crows. I know. I can read cool drenching dews and sharp skies too, you know. I know what blackberries mean.
Also titmice, singing one minute and raising an alarm the next. And something that rustled by the stone wall, something dark, not a shadow, because its darkness was sleek. I couldn't get a sense of size. What creature are you? Let me see your ears or eyes, so I can know. But the leaves hid it. Then, a moment later, a pointed ear, a green eye. Cat! You're the one alarming the titmice, then.
Also this small creature
And this magic fruit
And out my window now? Circles of light and dark, dancing.
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