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Fall Poem

Fall to Forest Floor

When golden leaves strew the ground,

When wind turns swirling, frisking clothes and shoulders,

Then the deer seek company in copses,

And the wolf inside awakens, opening equally amber eyes.

wolf eye

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Back to writing second drafts of my werewolf novel sequels as November rolls on into winter… don’t seem in too bad shape so far.