Cavernous and *****, those eyes that
stare, and they stare and they stare
and they stare,
and a strange, ringing bell peals a tone
rare and clear, and its clear, clear as
day, clearer still.
I do wonder what the wolf would say, if
he talked, as he walked
through his wood
at night.
I’d ask him what he’s got in there, in
that big,...
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