Night Visit
> Four a.m.
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> Hunting for a dairy farm
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> somewhere up there, where
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> the windmills scrape the sky,
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> red kite hover.
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> Headlights scatter, lose themselves,
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> fog rolls down the windscreen,
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> trees lurch from the shadows.
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> Nothing stirs. Only a dog barking at a fox
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> and