My fishing eye caught the sun
My fishing eye caught the sunAnd in the rippling dazzle-light
Squinted a deer on the run,
And in my shadow-sight
Saw a leaping hunting hound
Chasing down the hapless doe,
Lurching with leap and bound
To strike the wounding blow.
My weeping eye was full of glee,
No creature died or cried that day,
But by a dark and distant tree
A maiden did her charms display,
She bathed in dappled dew-air,
She sang a siren's lullaby,
She combed her gossamer hair,
She shrieked a hunter's cry.
My fishing eye caught the sun aglow
And in the blinding dead-light
I didn't see her bow.
Poetry by Christopher Fernie
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Written on 2020-05-25 at 12:50
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