Metamorphosis TWENTY EIGHT

DAY 28

Buzzard : Jackie Galley

Takes beetles, toddler gait

to the next one.

Higher up the slope I watch

how the sun occasionally spotlights

through cloud, shadows running

down the field giving the impression 

of movement.

I am reluctant to leave

settle to wait until the food is finished

until flight shifts the perspective

air is trapped in talons

and I become insect small

to a birds-eye vision.

WHEN IT'S TIME TO GO : Clive Donavan

Not to be pulled out wrestled from a hide

Like a rabbit

Or uncooperative trout

Or bludgeoned pig or sheep or cow;

I would rather like to go like this parsley on my plate;

Green, alive, and willing, in acquiescence to my fate.