(Photo courtesy of Ramson)
At dawn of day the apple-thief
Comes dancing in her leitmotif,Slotting each foot in a previous slot
Made yesterday in the orchard plot,Returns again to where left off she -
The leafless, branch-bent apple-tree -And among the windfalls idly browses
Safe from guns so near the houses.So dainty-legged, her sister-beast,
Reducing apples was reduced to feast,And seeing her pause, I think in pain,
Oh, she the apples, we the gain
Except for teachers, apple-y ungifted
Mark term papers, results unsifted
Hmmm – it is hard to gatecrash another’s muse. I apologise.
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