Watch me here, on this sullen day,
This cloudy pondering of things bright in my eyes,
As I sit, and watch, for the truthful movement of one foot, one leg, one tiny broad side of your body moving through the perilous remains of weeds grown brown and grass not yet green,
For that moment when, I shall move quicker than the wind should turn, grab you with these moving claws,
As a meal approached, and without looking, was caught and dined upon.
Ralph Peck
Photo by Lindel Stephens
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