The river runs through the birdlands. Each isle is alive with their nests. The course is skimmed by pelicans, snatching fish to later digest. The croc is hunting those waters, just eyes and stony tail peeks out. It'd love a fish, snake, or otter, but food 's any meat near its snout. The bird that flies into its gullet, the tourist dangling limb from the boat. If it could find freshwater mullet, it wouldn't eat that armless farmer's goat.
A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place your sight can knock on, echoing; but here within this thick black pelt, your strongest gaze will be absorbed and utterly disappear: just as a raving madman, when nothing else can ease him, charges into his dark night howling, pounds on the padded wall, and feels the rage being taken in and pacified. She seems to hide all looks that have ever fallen into her, so that, like an audience, she can look them over, menacing and sullen, and curl to sleep with them. But all at once as if awakened, she turns her face to yours; and with a shock, you see yourself, tiny, inside the golden amber of her eyeballs suspended, like a prehistoric fly.
NOTE: This translation by Stephen Mitchell. Originally titled, “Schwarze Katze,” the poem in German is:
Schwarze Katze Ein Gespenst ist noch wie eine Stelle, dran dein Blick mit einem Klange stößt; aber da an diesem schwarzen Felle wird dein stärkstes Schauen aufgelöst: wie ein Tobender, wenn er in vollster Raserei in Schwarze stampft, jählings am benehmenden Gepolster einer Zelle aufhört und verdampft. Alle Blicke, die sie jemals trafen, scheint sie also an sich zu verhehlen, um darüber drohend und verdrossen zuzuschauern und damit zu schlafen. Doch auf einmal kehrt sie, wie geweckt, ihr Gesicht und mitten in das deine: und da triffst du deinen Blick im geelen Amber ihrer runden Augensteine unerwartet wieder: eingeschlossen wie ein ausgestorbenes Insekt.
the pelican flares to land on a branch with barely a bounce.
What are your favorite animals?
All the non-human ones are pretty awesome, and even the humans can be tolerable in the proper dosage.
counting ears to learn how many cats, but how deep 's the pile?
a troop of langurs: five monkeys doing five things as one family.
bovine brothers? or twins? or maybe I'm just seeing double?
Be kind and tender to the Frog, And do not call him names, As 'Slimy skin,' or 'Polly-wog,' Or likewise 'Ugly James,' Or 'Gape-a-grin, or 'Toad-gone-wrong,' Or 'Billy Bandy-knees': The Frog is justly sensitive To epithets like these. No animal will more repay A treatment kind and fair; At least so lonely people say Who keep a frog (and, by the way, They are extremely rare).
