Eight-line Poems

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Come with me, my child,
come to the edge of the forest
and look upon the habitation
of man and the birds in pens.
Here lies your future, the hunt,
for us to steal in the night,
feathered trophies in the mouth
and he, with dogs, in the morning.


Line Count: 8
Free Verse
For Express It In Eight, February 01 2021
Prompt: Photo of foxes.