We flow from the house of colour, through the door and into the velvet monochrome of night like a river of ginger. The few stars that shine tonight are veiled and give no light. Across the field a fox begins a love song and is answered by a dog bark. A duel begins, fox call, dog bark, both echo over fields until the calls merge and it is uncertain where the echo ends and the call begins.
But maybe this is not a duel. Perhaps it is a duet. Romeo and Juliette. Fox and sheepdog.
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I wish I could be there to hear the duet and definitely to see the 'river of ginger'.
"into the velvet monochrome of night like a river of ginger" - I love the way you write. ;-)
awww...fox and the hound...
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