Dog scampers through reds
Autumns' crisp leaves are falling
The ground senses change
Long whiskery nose
Excited by strong fox smells
Darts into a bush
Reappears crunching
Old dried bones delicious snack
Low sun glows weakly
Through the trees faint gold
Swish swish the close of summer
Happy dog, bones gone
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