Cold As Glass…
Trees with stripped limbs
In dislocated poses clawed at me
As I cautiously approached
The gaping, leaf strewn holes
Of the setts.
Glass in broken pieces
In a rouge sunset glinted at me
And I silently reproached
The dumping of shards
Near the setts…
And the cold eased itself
About me, as I waited
For daylight to fade,
Unabated…
Knees and slumped limbs
In distracted poses ached on me
As I pondered and watched
A flirting robin which stole
Strewn nuts stealthily.
Glass at crude angles
In dim light winked at me
And I wondered at and touched
The blades of the sherds,
The callous waste, warily…
And the night released itself
About me, as I tarried
And light became shade,
Unhurried…
Pete Ray
31st January 2022
I took food and water for a cete of badgers.
Glass was strewn near one entrance to a sett.
I cursed.
It was cold, silent and lonely, except for a flitting robin.
I saw no badgers.
It was too cold.
I removed the glass.
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