Poem series: Rondeaux Four: Corn

Corn

The corn was cut and lay upon the ground,
it was spread out, not in a mound,
it was alright the day before,
but that in state, it was no more,
for it was cut and spread around.

During the night there was no sound,
nothing did seem to wake the hound,
but as he slept upon the floor,
the corn was cut.

Although the gate was closed and bound,
and on the land the fence went round,
beneath the ground something did bore,
or it did fly and through skies tore,
for it did come and cut what it found,
the corn was cut.

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