Looking out west
over the fields
where sheep safely graze
the townships
demurely straddle
the horizon
the curve of white
a haven for birds
not far behind
Faithful and inquisitive
exploring the new lands
where endless catches will be made
Not a shadow of doubt
In the mind of the hunter
that trust is unconditional
From the window on the west
the distant light winks
summer dusk falls
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