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Frank Prem

way poem #14: conversation with three foxes

ha-aarr

 

ha-aarr

 

the sleek black crow landed lightly
and opened proceedings
with mild humour

 

a very light touch
for the corvidae kind

 

~

 

easy for you to laugh

 

the first fox spoke

 

I still believe
I’d be innocent
before a jury

 

one paltry chicken
yes
I managed to get home
where the den is always hollow

 

but the attempt at lamb
that they did me for
well
that was no more
than my true nature

 

who am I
if I
am not myself

 

~

 

and I

 

spoke up another

 

what of me

 

I ate nothing that night
I had just begun
stopped the once
to sniff the air
for danger

 

yes
chuckle if you wish
it costs you nil

 

and even for me
there is no charge now
my account
is square
beyond remainders
or residues

 

~

 

ha-aarr

 

ha-aarr

 

the corvid
still attentive

 

~

 

yarp
yarp

 

shrilled into the wind

 

yarp
yarp

 

she has no scope
for conversation

 

her mind is gone
the wind
sighs through it

 

yarp
yarp

 

to the quarters
her voice
is thrown

 

~

 

enough

 

barked the first

 

I have spoken
all I can of this

 

enough
I’ve other places
to go

 

other places I should see

 

and the kind crow concurred
with a peck
delicately gentle
to pluck the last
un-shining orb

 

a spread of silk and jet
strong wings
and a circled laugh

 

ha-aarr

 

three foxes were bid
goodbye

 

~