Four Good Winters
What made it all worth it
was when the snows came
and your fur would turn white
to match the snow, and you
could slink along after a lemming
who’d look back and only see
snow, moving snow, and when you
could get him in your jaws
and that other little lemming, how
quickly hunger would limp away.
important. perhaps salvation, for the jawed and for us. (i remain amazed by your talent.)
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erin
The elements of surprise and disbelief even when one's eyes tell otherwise. . . our inability to see the danger in our very midst: this could serve as a wonderful commentary on recent events in Boston.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully realized poem, Hannah.