What can say about this poem in an analysis? (homework)? - fox on the run she walk through the corn
NIGHTMARE
The twelve and the media
When dark except for moonlight
Walking along I can see a grave
Looking up, I try to be brave.
The air was filled a terrible environmental
The isolation and fear, our region in the possession
Everything is so dark
And my vision is blurred.
From the sounds of creatures of the night
Rotate left and right, and hung me by the arm zippers
As I walk through the rocks
I see a fox mad ugly.
I ran into the south, which seems to be an advantage
I must leave this savage barbarians
But then I see the shadow Flights
Finally, turn night owls
Then I took from this animal
And suddenly I'm out!
I look down and see nothing but grief
Was Uff, this is a dream, I woke up in my room.
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