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.
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| Nasua nasua, coatí, South American coati |
I especially love the imagery of the parrots on the power lines!! I feel bad for the old fox.
ReplyDeleteIdentify, no doubt. :-)