L'aura del Campo

Tuscan rabbit (Eating rabbit in Firenze) [175.226]

Some changes after a critiquing session including change of title (which is not set in stone yet).

Tuscan rabbit

In your realm you hop from hole to hole,
scurry under cover,
a quiet munching search for just the right sprout,
a life lived fully in the moment
between ear twitch, first sight
and the quick prick of talons.
Fog and shadow become your only friends,
moonlight a nightmarish monster.

I barely mull over this,
chomping on your deep fried strips
wrapped in a waxed cone of paper.
Your demise has given me sustenance.
In the maze of the market
I'm unmoved by
the silent screams of beets,
the moans of smoked beast,
the thousand sleepy undulations
of wild gnocchi.

© Kåre Enga [175.226] (11.september.2018)



Eating rabbit in Firenze

In your realm you hop from hole to hole,
scurry under cover,
a quiet munching search for just the right sprout,
a life lived fully in the moment
between ear twitch, first sight
and the quick prick of talons.
Fog and shadow become your only friends,
moonlight a nightmarish monster.

I don't mull over this,
chomping on your deep fried strips
wrapped in a waxed cone of paper.
Your demise has given me sustenance.
In the maze of the market
I equally ignore:
the silent screams of beets,
the moans of smoked beast,
the thousand sleepy undulations
of wild gnocchi.

© Kåre Enga [175.226] (11.september.2018)

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