Anonymous

May 17, 2024

When the sun has slipped away and the dew is on the day, then the creature comes to call men malign the most of all.

The little skunk is very neat with his sensitive, plush feet and a dainty, slim head set with diamonds on bands of jet.

He walks upon his evening duty of declaring how that beauty with her patterns is not done at the setting of the sun.

He undulates across the lawn, he asks nobody to fawn on his graces. All that he asks is that men let him be.

He knows that he is very fine in every clean and rippling line. He is a conscious black and white little symphony at night.