Absconded
Stormy, showery, windy
Freezing evening
Wintertime, timber
Leaved forest, pointed pines old
A forlorn dog
With thoughts in its head
Growls at eared, sleepy owl
Who rises from cursed bed
Without a pause
Turned and fled
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