Snow Cold Lost Fox
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(poems go here) waiting for recovery,
an injured Car licks its wounds.
exposure emanating,
as the Right Bumper lacks,
telling a tale of nature,
ironically,
admitting its defeat.
In the height of a winter storm,
I see a creature – white as snow.
With crystal blue eyes,
Fluffy as a cloud, soft as feathers.
