Standing in the snow,
a horse shifts his heavy haunch
slowly to the right.
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Just enough of snow
To make you look carefully
At familiar streets.
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A slow creeping snail;
Moments later I could not
See it anywhere.
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The caw of a crow:
On a distant summer field
Goes a silent train.
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Droning autumn rain:
A boy lines up toy soldiers
For a big battle.
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Across the table cloth,
Ants are dragging a dead fly
In the evening sun.
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The sport stadium:
Every seat is taken
By whirling snowflakes.
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On my trouser leg
Are still a few strands of fur
From my long dead cat.
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-- Richard Wright
