Sarah Venart
FOX'S SLEEP REVISITED
She wants my hens.
Hunger makes her small-waisted
as a wasp. Mid-afternoon, voracious,
she slips by the verandah to attack the cat
and the grosbeaks in the feeder.
But she really wants the hens,
so silent in the shed they must smell her.
In the morning, four feathers on a fencepost, Swiss dots of blood and musk.
REVISION HISTORY
creation: late 2015
Fox-sleep (later Became FOX SLEEP REVISITED)
She wants my hens.
My cat. The grosbeaks
in the feeder. Hunger
makes her small-waisted
as a wasp, but
for all that craftiness,
she arrives mid-
afternoon.
Spring 2019 revision
Fox’s Sleep Revisited
She wants my hens.
Hunger makes her small-waisted
as a wasp. Mid-afternoon, so voracious,
she slips by the verandah to attack the cat,
and the grosbeaks in the feeder.
But she wants the hens, so silent in the shed they must smell her.
In the morning, four feathers on a fencepost,
Swiss dots of blood and musk.
Summer 2019 revision
Fox’s Sleep Revisited
She wants my hens.
Hunger makes her small-waisted
as a wasp. Mid-afternoon, voracious,
she slips by the verandah to attack the cat
and the grosbeaks in the feeder.
But she really wants the hens, so silent in the shed they must smell her.
In the morning, four feathers on a fencepost,
Swiss dots of blood and musk.
November 2019 revision: line breaks
Fox’s Sleep Revisited
She wants my hens.
Hunger makes her small-waisted
as a wasp. Mid-afternoon, voracious,
she slips by the verandah to attack the cat
and the grosbeaks in the feeder.
But she really wants the hens,
so silent in the shed they must smell her.
In the morning, four feathers on a fencepost,
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