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scuttering skittering
frightened faces....
not
unlike those of small animals....
eyes darting, nostrils twitching
over
and under ground
into shadow...again into light...
quick! !
there's a tail exposed...the body
to
which
it is connected has a little belly of treasure...
a gem, perhaps, between its wary wiggling ears...
tiny feet scamper...
lost...
gone
into
and under the whole of another shadow..
indistinguishable
from
the welter of dappled and dimpled earth trails....
but! ! ...
what's that.....
...a dropping? a bit of scat? .
.a hair
...a whisker...
a retrievable utterance....
the germ of an idea...
a sound..a color...
a scent
a seed
or spore...
to be planted...
to send out tendrils
begetting more tendrils........?
WORDS! ! reflective subjective inflective...slippery little devils....! !
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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