Gone to Ground
By Silver Spun Sand
Tue, 15 Apr 2014
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Could it have been the one, lived
beneath the conifer, just outside
the kitchen window... or maybe
the one ate the tops off your radish plants,
you’d so carefully set the night before?
Or was it the one I saw that morning,
when the sun had just come up, behind
a clump of dagger-red dogwood, watching
its young leave their warren for the very first time;
scatter – pell-mell across an ox-eye daisy
spotted lawn?
Oh, and do you recall that man, many years
ago now – wept all the way home from the vets –
buried our dog...Jess, by the walnut tree; told
our kids he’d gone to a better place and that god
would cure his arthritis...take his pain away?
If you do, and if you should bump into him,
again, by chance, maybe you’d ask him
if the same applies to grey squirrels, stoats,
mink, brown rats...and a rabbit; its brains
blown out? Trouble is, though...I doubt
he’d remember you.
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I felt an air of mystery in
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
I felt an air of mystery in this poem Tina. I loved that second stanza...definitely my favourite, I had this picture in my mind of all these sweet little baby bunnies leaving the warren for the first time and scattering across the lawn.
A fine poem in deed.
Jenny.
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Hi Tina.
Hi Tina.
I like the way you manage to get all the beauty of nature in and that last verse is sudden and quite blunt. It really packs a punch. Well done!
Bee
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it worked well for me too
Permalink Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on
it worked well for me too Elsie
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