Nature Poems

	Pointer The gruff order of the hound Strips buds off the hedge Grasses shiver in the ditch Each sniff-point hardens a muscle Any whiff of musk or sweat Pinions the body like a vane Behind there is a human voice But this only bounces off the ears And breaks on the sodden floor The mysterious milk-bowl Traces the evening sky above Obscuring the brittle bone stars A faint murmur twitches the air It is the track of a skinny vixen Cheating the twilight of colour But there is no movement in the house The dog is asleep and miming Ghosts off the garden wall © David Incoll 2001
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