The Kingfisher
You never see the kingfisher.
You only see something that
could not be
anything else
The Rabbit
Once we found a rabbit a fox
had got and bellysplit
open and torn
guts coming out we brought it home
in a dustpan held it
careful and quivering its eye
was open still whirling madly then
still looking up
underneath its blood-
stuck fur its heart beat still
like a frog’s throat
then stopped.
Later, we found a dead rabbit.
We laid it on a spot we knew
and left
we came back to the place
it had been
taken
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