Thursday, October 23, 2008

The heron

A scattering of hares
And foolish rabbits, dun
Fur pinballed in sudden light.
Which way to run

As the blinding truck glares?
Snap decisions. Fur congeals
In the black imprint
Of too-recent wheels.

But beware the stranger!
Grey waistcoat, he blinks,
Frozen for a second
In the spotlight. He thinks

He’s in no danger
In the shadows. Is his dish
Now hare and foolish
Rabbit and not fish?

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