Gabrielle Gassin

A grey scale dawn

deceives morning eyes

Unfriendly, the stillness seems

Until sleeping bodies reawaken

From within

Shoots and scions

collected carefully;

Nests warm with tiny bodies

And the chorus begins.

all of this

Whilst pavers, cold with autumn cool

host ants busy with newfound treasure –

A secret death,

A body –

Tufts lay still, Unnaturally

And over the tops of trees,

To the east

Comes saffron light,

Glowing,

Altering the palette;

Green kissed with warmth,

And across the field, something is –

Alive, alas

A bunny;

white gossamer tail, ears high and listening

As flying creatures cantillate

But not this one,

Her home – once wild

Infected by human interference

Man made glass;

Artificial,

A trick of the eye

Not there but there

And flight on this path

Is too dangerous ,

For death has greeted this morning