Tuesday, January 25, 2011


Image borrowed from Bing


You hunt us
Not sustenance but pleasure
Scope pointed with steady hand
Our little faces peak from
Knotted holes
Our eyes flash
Shade tail twitch
Our sight sharp with your image
You waiting, taking
Will it leave us
Breathless or upset
Our bodies unconsumed
Our tails twitch
Already difficult
Only those that
Revel in our antics
Delight in our existence
Care or care not
Should we leave
We chew to collect
Building to burrow our young
Sleep for another day
Tiny hands resemble many hands
We wait, we watch
We hope

Kristen Haskell

Posted over on her site Living in the Middle
Listed as #11 over on Magpie Tales 50

1 comment:

Kristen Haskell said...

Wow I am honored