text_original: A hen ran across us, clucking, into the dusk. The maze drew her long, home coming snuffle, and stood still.
text_transcription: A HEN RAN ACROSS US CLUCKING INTO THE DUSK THE MAIZE DREW HER LONG HOME COMING SNUFFLE AND STOOD STILL
phonemes: ɐ hˈɛn ɹˈæn əkɹˈɑːs ˌʌs, klˈʌkɪŋ, ˌɪntʊ ðə dˈʌsk. ðə mˈeɪz dɹˈuː hɜː lˈɔŋ, hˈoʊm kˈʌmɪŋ snˈʌfəl, ænd stˈʊd stˈɪl.