Sunday, 2 July 2006

In the Dark

a poem for Anya, our rabbit

She hides in dark places,
remembers what she needs to:
scents, the food stores,

tries to explore things
just out of reach,
steals electric wiring,

plays with boxes,
folds and refolds
a moth-eaten pillow-case.

When no-one’s watching
she dances
joyful.

4 comments:

jim said...

In your hands, those words sing with the simplicity that G-d intended for life, yet, as He intended, they are overflowing with meaning and feeling. The ending is wonderful, only a true and gifted Poet can do that.

Thanks for the visit. I plan to read more of your work, the pleasure is all mine.

Crafty Green Poet said...

Thanks for visiting Jim and thanks for your kind comments!

Jo said...

Another beauty, you have a way with words, and clearly a way with animals too!

Sandy Carlson said...

You remind me of a friend whose reverence for the natural world opens her eyes to the wonder and beauty of every living thing. She would love this wonderful poem as much as I do. God bless.