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Like Hellhounds They Dance
The sky, aloof now
midst turmoil beneath
Faint inspiration
can she bequeath
Denizens of darkness
like hellhounds they dance
Stalking prey on shore
the coastline explore
And we few humans
cower behind closed doors
from the unlikely return
of the hadrosaurs
Copyright ©
Gershon Wolf
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