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sun, moon, and stars
there, restlessly rustling
in the glade
i feel you
palsy, shudder, sigh
spike in the ground
hoof, horn, heedless
trembling
the wind catches you
head upright, nostrils open
spicey, laden trail
stamping
impatient and urgent
trembling in need
leaves whisper soothingly
oh inflamed ear
that flickers, that turns
seeking location
across the miles
over desert, damn, and river
through brush
through night and day
raise your head
oh forest king
race the impertinent wind
to its source