
a turtle
slips into the water:
no sound / no ripple.

a turtle
slips into the water:
no sound / no ripple.

the cormorant,
glistening & dripping,
must air dry
before it’s a bird again;
humans cramp in the pool.

a black crow,
oily & otherworldly,
alights on a rock.

old wasp nest:
looks like the whole hive
hulked its way out.

one hundred birds
startle at my presence;
one eyeballs me.

curb crows
stand in a row.
what’s the sky say?

i see snakes jutting
from the water; usually
i’d discover
it’s not snakes but sticks,
but today isn’t the usual.

at water’s edge,
snakes wrestle: writhing, twining,
but slipping the pin.