Monday, April 21, 2008

Bewildered Fox

if i were a fox
hunting frogs at twilight
splashing in the swampy grassy puddles
orgy of chirping sexing sirens
ears brain bewildered by disorienting cacophony
mind pierced to the core by a nauseating buzzing
can't pinpoint a single bloody voice!
every swipe, empty handed mud
i would go hungry
but the orange moon still rises

albany pine bush

1 comment:

Ella the Crazy Breakfast Madam said...

I like that. I'm forgetting what mud feels like... going to go to the park today and find some.