(1).Pastoral. (2). The Kill.

              1.

        Pastoral.

The rabbit listens, and
Hearing no sharp sounds,
No thrashings in air,
Moves deftly, swiftly
With no trick, no fear,
Into the wind flecked lace
Of the meadow;



He savours the cold spring morning;

The sobs of the streams are music to his ears;

His leaps and runs barely shake the grasses.



Suddenly he stops, half startled,
Alert, but not yet afraid.
He sits stock still, a grey stone;
His heart now fiercely racing,
His dark eyes fixed, intent.



The distant farmhouse seems to be asleep.

The distant lane dips empty between trees.

The distant sheep bunch silent in their field.



Poised in the mouth of the wind
On wings as still as ice
The fierce hawk hangs.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
February 7th. 1967. - January 13th. 1972. - July 8th. 2013.

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               2. 

          The Kill.

Deep in the moonlit valley
All life is hushed;
Nothing stirs, nothing wakens,
Only the quiet breathing
Of the wind.

Like a scalpel a rodent`s cry
Rips open the womb of night.-
Wing beats thrusting upward
Crush the wild sound.

Scratched on air a living shadow
The young hawk soars
Riding the breath of the wind:-
For a moment the wood is alive
With a hundred thousand voices
Shrieking alarm.

A dark shape cuts the pocked face
Of the dumb cold moon
Then drops out of sight........

For a time the danger has passed.

The panic subsides.

Slowly the raw wound closes.


Trevor John karsavin Potter.
June 4th. 1974. - June 27th. - July 8th.  2013.