Poem: Camouflage

Published October 27, 2011 by wildleek


We find predatory birds
perched in trees just off
the interstate,
wide-eyed open spaces
bright to either side,
good for hunting
rabbits and voles.

We don’t travel like this,
not during these
daylight hours. We are
such young, noturnal things,
scavenging for leftovers
with the owls and raccoons.

Still here we are, midday,
forest and field
illuminated alike and
we in the trappings
of grown-ups, fooling
the ground squirrels,
fooling ourselves.


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