The Fly
The watchful life in the still rabbit’s eye
Meets mine.
Transfixed, We stand frozen
Waiting for the other’s move.
[Unusually, this one has a title. See Poems: The Fly]
The Fly
The watchful life in the still rabbit’s eye
Meets mine.
Transfixed, We stand frozen
Waiting for the other’s move.
[Unusually, this one has a title. See Poems: The Fly]