Animal Poem

© Steve Corn
Beauty-Brains-Bird Sense-
" Sassy"

May 1st 2011


Black and Tan Scottish Lass,
silent-a ghost of Edinburgh.
Sensing all - Sight -Sound- Smell-
Everything, large and small.
Mind focused – searching - thinking -
Shimmering caramel feathers flow
behind a long, rich, sable coat.
Moving like a Duchess;
Noble head held high.
Gliding gracefully-
Sassy

Swaying softly the tall gold grasses
effervesce-in frosted dresses.
Half the weathered posts are down
rusty wire along the ground.
Beneath a row of naked trees is heard-
Rustling-Crunching-Snapping-Crackling.
Issuing from a cruel season's desiccation- -
summer's desecration. The weakest sun
attempts to shine; but only glows.
A glorious day to Pray -
Prey

They hear – Crystallize - Frozen-
sensing the approach. Prepared,
huddled in ready crouch.
Springs wound tight, anticipation High!
Steps fall in rhythmic trudge,
like the beat of a tribal drum.
Two breathing, locked in time as one.
Breath wafts – smoking - cloud like - vapors ascending -
white as bleached bone.
Artemis appears. Musk in the air-
Where?

Whiff - She knows! Slow, tracks a coal like nose.
Ears dark and silky, like midnight drapery,
blacker than a starless night.
Hear the nervous one?
Others carved in stone, peering.
Frozen eyes catch stares – anticipating!
Four look in, thirty out -
The Stalk - -Then Stare!
all statues-
Aware.






There - coffee and walnut mottled;
robed harmoniously in camouflage.
Sticks - Leaves- Trees - an Old Man's Breeze -
all of Natures Creations; unanimously agree!
- - A jet bead, the betrayer - -
The Air Explodes – Hummms - Beaten -
by Southern Gentlemen.
Thundering Feathers in all Directions!
Vulcan's handiwork swings true!
Cracks, Then! and Again!. All senses-
Electric!

Thick puffs of gray, floating like dirty snow - -
all in slow motion - follow the quarry down.
One in black and white duds - the other in brown;
vainly ready for a night on the town.
Like a Greyhound she runs the rooster down,
returns to her partner all smiles, no frowns.
Ready – Waiting – Anticipating - another round.
Sulfur wafts, Impregnating the Air like sweet incense.
Primal God's are appeased -
Pleased - - -


Prickly periwinkle thistles or
Stalky canary and cocoa sunflowers,
Kansas or the Caledonian Homeland.
It's the same ancient scenes replayed.
This ancient Symbiosis that has been
Melded – Welded - Fed and Wed -
since the beginning of time is -
inherently Aware – that, a bird in the bush
is always worth two in the hand -
no matter, the -
Land. . .
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