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Her staring eyes
The brightest of yellow
Dangerous
Tearing over the field
Low over the wall
Straight at me
Beautifully wild
Barred tail,
Breast speckled and brown
taloned, clawed
And violent.
A swerve, over my head
A rush of air
And away,
across the morning
To find another pipit.

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