Feral “Haiku”

here in the forest

an eternity chimes

watching dragon flies


red blood on the snow

here a rabbit meets Charon

and a cat, rows the boat


a Peregrine of pedigree

hovers above the hedges

its gaze, pierces


by St Agnes’ fountain

gathering wood and

gnarled by the winter wind


in the furrows of a field

the wrinkles in a brow;

a sage contemplates


fresh bulbs penetrate

yearning satisfaction,

vibrant yellow soon, dazzles


the massive aged oak

holds out its spinnaker

despite all the gales


life and death

measure all the scales

softly shed from heaven


fresh spoor on a path

and a broken twig,

Hern the hunter, calls