Why this?

The occasional piece of my own and a generous helping of others' creations I find inspiring. Site is named for a beloved book by one of my favorite writers, Italo Calvino, whose fanciful work lights--and delights--my soul.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Beside the Waterfall

At dawn
the big dog--
Winston by name--
reached down

into the leaves--tulips and willows mostly--
beside the white
and dragged out,

into plain sight,
a fawn;
it was scarcely larger
than a rabbit

and, thankfully,
it was dead.
looked over the

delicate, spotted body and then
the beautiful flower-like head,

breaking it and
breaking it off and
swallowing it.
All the while this was happening

it was growing lighter.
When I called to him
Winston merely looked up.
Grizzled around the chin

and with kind eyes,
he, too, if you're willing
had a face
like a flower; and then the red sun

which had been raising all the while anyway,
clear of the trees and dropped its wild, clawed light
over everything.