Panting, with prudent stepping
Over the same ground
In conforming with creaturely
Of mistrusting found
My sweet, my pet, did with her
Doe neck's declining
A grasped chance deflect away;
The one motion in.
With her pheasant tail's and wing's
Like action deter
Brush, beat off who would run
And chase up after.
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