" Once I came back to the leaves just as they were falling
into the rattling of magpies and the waving flights
through treetops beyond the long field tawny with stubble
a scatter of sheep wandered there circling slowly
as a galaxy ferrying the gray lights that were theirs
wading into their shadows with the stalks whispering
under them and the day shining out of the straw "

― W.S. Merwin , The Vixen: Poems