Yellow barley lying there
outstretched, ripe
A crinkled crag
overhanging
sharp, stunning
One watching deep in the valley
nuzzling
eyes bright
Another runs through the barley
stops still, picks a piece
rips the ears off
then sucks the stem
How come they are so beautiful
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