by Beverly Summa
Bent blades of Shenandoah and beard grass reflect
morning’s blue-green light under shimmering coats
of late winter frost. The red fox turns her head at the fleeing sound
--a nimble-footed field mouse erupts through the thread hairs
of her ears and warms the blood of curious nostrils.
The mouse disappears beneath the snow.
Hunger guides a knife’s edge concentration as her kits
stir and stretch in her belly. She pauses, waits.
1 comment:
Beautiful. Congratulations!
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