These woods are filled With such unimaginable things


These woods are filled

     With such unimaginable things

    A  Robin unperturbed by chattering women

     Digs into a maggot

     He jabs him and then grows weary

     Departs as if ordained

     Then a thrush observing the scene

     As if by some design

Hops up

     And gobbles the wounded maggot down