bones – other animals

I think of all the groundhogs I haven’t
known on this windy day in almost May
scurrying away with powerful claws and

the face of my dog bred to chase
their kind staring in amazement a
never-sated hunger in those bones

never with anything to show for the veins of leaves lost feathers of the long day and those thin bones from which perhaps flutes but now I have broken my own rule and as you see the birds die

bones of a frog somehow Cleopatra survives

white blossom ache in the long bones of the moon

high risk of fire in my bones the dance of pine cones

so many colorful feathers cling to the crushed bones

deep in the bones of my toes the wedding songs of toads