Four otters forage together
the length of Lily Pond, spines pouring under
then heads-up, jaws shearing and crushing
frogs, minnows, pollywogs, crayfish,
diving again.
They call to each other
as I watch them out of sight in a blur of flowers.
I think of them crossing the lane
for the next pond, the neighbour’s land,
past “Live Bait” signs and “Standing Timber Wanted”
– but […]
Filed under: John Donlan by akublik Date 11 December, 2008
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for Philip Larkin
A mink, jittery, neckless, serpentine,
ransacks the shore three times an hour.
A flash, frog-belly white - devoured.
“Your blood is yours, your blood is mine.”
Mucky scurf, planetary skin
born of accident, rock and air and light,
we feed each other and delight
in the wet machine that makes us kin,
builds molecules as a child makes
a flower of wooden […]
Filed under: John Donlan by akublik Date 8 December, 2008
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