Sunday, November 13, 2011

Next, a Bear?

Born on October’s final Sunday, the chestnut filly 
dozes in a rich alfalfa bed 
beside her mother, a three-year bay.

Yesterday an armadillo 
scuttled across the road in front of my car
& disappeared in thorny brush, scattering hidden doves. 

Above my bicycle, flocks of parrots
toe the power lines: rocking-chair swivels, two-step sidles 
show off yellow stripes below the tails.

Bald & frail, a fox 
dawdles along the vineyards, its dust-colored fur
swallowed by mange, its tail a bottlebrush.

Brash stripes flaring, a coati 
swishes off the fourth tee to hide its pointed nose 
under a stone shadow.

Nasua nasua, coatí, South American coati

1 comment:

  1. I especially love the imagery of the parrots on the power lines!! I feel bad for the old fox.
    Identify, no doubt. :-)

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