#1904 - I, with the variousness

 

1904

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18.iii.25

I, with the variousness

 

after weather

lounging out noon’s afters

 

make ears of it

fresh hay

tail swung to time

 

pace of tree’s reach

cloud’s touch

 

all day

scratching, dig

play with a ball

 

fluff up feathers

lay down my head

 

have spread out a picnic desert

 

come well fed

 

striped to blend grazing

take shade

 

pretend it is a world, all this

 

everything edible

all attitude

 

these prints behind

odour of leavings signed ‘life’

I am closely observed

 

a breeze, my ruffled mane

 

I always meet someone unexpected

 

so far no stranger than I am

finding myself just here

 

nor do I need a name