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Speaking of Gazelles—

There came a parade last night when the moon was full:

a juggler, three asses, a gleaming maid

straight out of Camelot, and one gull,

slightly frayed.

The juggler juggled seven silver balls;

the asses brayed in turn, and then they bolted;

the maid danced, silvered as by waterfalls,

and the gull molted.

And when they flickered out, the moon had seen:

no juggler, no asses, a silver maid

never from Camelot, and one mean

bird that brayed.