yes, gone were flowers
that dotted curving hills
nude branches; too brave
ah! no insects nor birds
on brownish grass brittle
waiting for, for snowfall
puppy wandering snipping
dryness; no grasshoppers
just a green ball rolling
bigger than her open mouth
bumping with her pretty nose
wiggling her tail, satisfied
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