Black crow sitting on the ghost branch caws,

white horse running up the hill.

Half-baked pumpkin in the window sill,

old brown buggy in the stalls.

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Corn silk spotted in the sun’s last gleam,

Wolf dog lying on the floor.

Rusty shovel by the screened in door

grey paint dying like a dream.

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Mushy apple on the trampled ground

shadow fingers touch the trees.

Cattle lowing in the goose bump breeze,

crickets picking up the sound.

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Inky silhouettes retreat behind their walls

old owl hooting in the dark.

Red fox padding closer to his mark,

Autumn darkness slowly falls.

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