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There are antlers that extend.
They are hidden with a veil of velvet fur.
To run hooves across deserted plain.

Yet, here in the living room
The antlers grow seamlessly-
To face-forward and watch.
It’s the dust that moves.

Oh, how-

Tail end cut short.
Balancing
Where hooves are used to pose on plain;
We are the Mad Runs.
Copyright © 2010 Valerie Seegers