These Autumn Beasts crouch in a hush
each to each their long golden fur radiant in the sunset
unmoving like statues set in the place
set in the place
When finally the sun is gone
and the gloom of the night draws over them
the beasts lower their heads
laying their one white horn to earth
and close their eyes
When finally the sun is gone
and the gloom of the night draws over them
the beasts lower their heads
laying their one white horn to earth
and close their eyes
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