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Feral Fall

12 October 2021

This whiptail poem nearly escaped me - it struck as I entered the Commissary to snag sushi for dinner and leaves whipped across the parking lot as though autumn simply couldn't wait. It was a touch violent!

Thankfully, I got home in time to snag the whiptail, draw it close, and put that little monster on paper. Here you go. Enjoy!


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