Monday, October 03, 2005


yesterday, by the fence sat three
furiously nibbling at the grass
pulling the last of summer's green
glancing briefly as we passed

beneath the hanging autumn leaves
in shades of ochre and blood-red,
they hide from winter's coming cold
and make themselves a cozy bed

they are not wild, it's clear to see,
black and white, no shades of grey,
and though we could not pick them up
they did not choose to run away

today we saw some cabbage leaves
lying loose upon the ground
but even gifts from strangers won't
suffice to keep these three around

they didn't run as we walked by
they do not know enough to fear
the hawk and coyote in the grove
will also look for dinner here


Blogger Amy said...

This poem is so sad to me. I am such a softie for animals. I like the ending, that the "hawk and coyote" will "also look for dinner here."

10/06/2005 7:06 AM  

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