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Paula Bohince – III






The owl all softness,

exhaustion, high on the dead

tree, leafless limbs

stupefied, amputated of use,

save for this seat.

Sated, made harmless,

the owl will not kill,

though it peers excitedly

at ivy, little bloody foot-

prints of ivy

that so resemble a trail of

hurt, dragging through snow

a life’s last moments.



–after “Owl” by Watanabe Shiko, 1683-1755, Japan