When I’m moved to pen a verse, I first run through metaphors and see which one grabs the  me of the  moment…..  Suddenly I am approached by a squirming nondescript thing that I cannot process because it is so alien and so set on frightening me.  It succeeds.

Coal black nonentity

minnows dimple  moon’s reflection

loon’s bassoon plays itself

 

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What preceded the above: Today, walking down my path I caught sight of a strange animal out of the corner of my eye, just as it was scurrying to safety under under a clump of pampas grass. It was perhaps 3 inches long, coal black, furry, and appeared to be running on four legs.   Is anyone familiar with this being, or were my eyes playing tricks on me?