Here and There

Thursday, August 23, 2012


running fast in the open spaces.
hearing the hounds above on the hillside.
to run or to hide?
to hide.
she darted to a mass of branches woven together tightly,
a thicket.  a thicket.

a safe cage.
be still, nestled in the tangle.
she waited, they would run right by.

she heard them--jowls flapping and whining, whining.
they stopped with their snouts to the earth.
they were there at the edge of the branches.
the branches snapped and fell away so easily!
eyes wide.  too late to reconsider.

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