a woolly bear's
segmented colours . . .
firebreak
we shelter beneath
our cedar-strip canoe
heavy rain
hammers nails of light
into the water
a rabbit's head
falls out of the dusk
I stand transfixed
as a horned owl's wing
silently lifts my hair
note: This tanka is based on an actual event. A horned owl dropped his dinner on our balcony, and then swooped in to retrieve it. A truly magical (albeit, gruesome) moment!
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