Down in a hutch where damp stars pool,
Like heliotrope dragonflies who tried to cross
The cut-up ocean,
Drinking the sharp milks of lactating rattle-snakes,
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Ah, the poor foal...but what must the wolves eat when the deer have been chased away and horses take up space under the pine trees?