Saturday 2 April 2011

Saturday Poem

Night Shift

The owl skirrs for mouse
and in his gut, he turns her
inside-out. The bat weaves

through the criss-cross trees,
wings upon her sonar pings
to trap the bug and feel him sing.

Owl, wise anatomist, studies
the tissues, then spits the gist:
the shag and bone of what exists.

And bat, dread acrobat, flips
the forest upside-down, and all
the creatures underground,

the shrew, the hedgehog and the mole
fall out like rattled soldiers
from their tunnelled holes.

From Skullduggery, by Asa Boxer, which will be launched April 17.

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