In the heart of wheezing winter
At the end of worn out June,
Darkness arrives quite early
with the cold face of the moon.

For the robust greens of summer
The kneeling warthog grieves
And a curious little mongoose
Sifts through the brittle leaves.

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It was Quadrille Monday at d’Verse and De was the host.
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, not counting the title, and this week
including some form of the word CURIOSITY(curious, curiousness, curiouser, etc).