The Wren’s Nest - by
The Robin cam to the wren’s nest
And keekit in and keekit in.
The Robin cam to the wren’s nest
And keekit in and keekit in.
chats in squirrel are limited
/ to a sort of Roman salute
/ foreleg extended then folded
/ open paw on breast as if to say
/ Look…
The moon shone down on the jungle.
/ Night Monkey climbed up the tree.
/ She clambered and leapt to where Day Monkey slept,
/ And…
I bend an ear to your sound, put my knees in the dirt,
/ offer my orifices to you like doorways
/ to…
My art is my performance. / My performance is endurance.
I am waiting for you.
/ I have been travelling all morning through the bush
/ and not eaten.
/ I am lying at the edge…
The nightingale has a lyre of gold,
/ The lark’s is a clarion-call,
/ And the blackbird plays but…
You want to be a fat cat, want to do the deals?
/ Fix the odds, pull the birds, eat expensive meals
/ that…
Usually, beloved, I crow,
/ And my name is Rusake the Cock,
/ The same one most people chow down on,
/ Especially my delicious neck.
/ I’m…
A little nap rap
/ When I got home one evening
/ to my cosy living room
/ I found a squirrel at my table
/ and…
The living room remembers Gran dancing to Count Basie.
/ The kitchen can still hear my aunts fighting on Christmas day.
/ The hall…
If only I had an octopus
/ I’d soon get my housework done.
/ I’d set him to work on the hoovering…
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