Sunday, August 26, 2007

An answer to Ovid's Pythagoreus on a vegetarian rant on the nature of nature:

After the Wake

In the morning I'll make a cup of coffee
hot and strong two spoons of sugar
a lovely splash of cream.
I'll drink it in my garden
while I look to see what the night has wrought.
Eggs in the nest now a noisy din
clamoring for the convenience
of a ready chewed feast.
Some unruly cat bolts,
leaves behind a mangled mouse.
Inspect the roses,
lop off their withered heads
Life from Death---
but only for the ruthless.