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… Continuing with the “Dog Days” collection, today I offer the first of two poems inspired by my hunter-dog’s interactions with representatives of the local lapine league:
ROUND BUNNIES
Each time we step from the house
one hops provocatively into a bush;
another sits, so much brown rippled fur
breathing fast, a still life waiting
to spring into streak of white fluff
zig-zagging like a child’s toy
run amok; or full-out bounds
both light and wide, putting athletes
in mind of hard training hours –
the gait, strength, spring-dash reserves.
Each ball of fur extends skinny ears
a twitching radar of safety or flight
each a singular target for my dog
who lives this moment without memory
of the last – this eternal fantasy –
each rabbit a gauntlet thrown
at her feet, a challenge accepted
unaware that they are everywhere ‘round.
swb
Superb ending and wonderful visuals throughout. Thank you for the smiles 😉
Why, thank you! I appreciate your visit and your comments. Is that a new wp site??? Heading over there right now!!!
A wonderful new poem Sarah. Some great line breaks and images … the muse returns !
I’m pursuing my intention to dust off oldies and put ’em out there. This collection from a couple years back never saw the light of day, for what seemed obvious reasons at the time. Today they seem kinda fun, though 🙂 Thanks for the encouragement. What have you been working on?
“Who lives this moment without memory of the last” brings the dog so clearly to my mind. Love it.
Thanks, Sabra!