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Ink
Shadow passing over
the fate of the tree
Into the maw
‘Tis Autumn
Our neighbors’ tree has died
It seems ominous, an omen.
Whither the leaves, whither the wood?
Goes all, goes all, in this final final fall!
Back at the window
Vigil moon
A solitary specimen
The missing panda was in the tree
Fossil with many clues
