Fox Footprints/Deserted
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For works with similar titles, see Deserted.
Deserted
Into the ancient courtyard only come
The winds to scatter swirls of blossom petals
About the bronzen phoenix, and great daws
To build untidy nests in evergreens.
A swaggering magpie perches on the eaves
Among the broken orange-tinted tiles.
The gates are bolted—these alone come near,
Unless one counts the antiquarian moss
Creeping to treasure the last faint imprint
Of royal feet upon the worn flag-stones.
The winds to scatter swirls of blossom petals
About the bronzen phoenix, and great daws
To build untidy nests in evergreens.
A swaggering magpie perches on the eaves
Among the broken orange-tinted tiles.
The gates are bolted—these alone come near,
Unless one counts the antiquarian moss
Creeping to treasure the last faint imprint
Of royal feet upon the worn flag-stones.