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Autumn Raid
The evening bulb shone dimly, in the almond ale sky. Wispy winds scatter seasonal paper nuts, about my tiny feet. I am a simple rodent, who enjoys the many shades of life. Littering the curved chestnut nails, I scurry with my kin towards our evening meal, Inside the human burrow, a most familiar shade. My siblings nip at my newborn heel. "Gather what you can," I tell them, "quietly and without strife." Heed my orders, cloaked clan true, and before I knew, we had returned to the shaven wheat. Twirling sighs graze my cobalt coat. Are we living a lie? Relieved that the task is done: another foray, we have won; Another night, to feed my young; Together, here, with everyone. Yonder days, O hominal aid! Alas we borrow, but none repaid! In time, perhaps, we'll cleanse our debt. (In their ears, I whispered as they slept.) - Never forsake, the Autumn Raid. The evening bulb shone brightly, in the plump plum sky.
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