I once dreamed I might have been
a mountain man in another life,
trapped cats and coyotes

instead of beaver—
learned to view the world
through untamed eyes

assessing sign as I became
the prize and placed my twigs
and scents accordingly.

               I sifted dirt
               to hide the jaws
               while writing poetry:

bird-wing fluttering
from a fishing filament
still fascinates me.


4 responses to “TRAPPED

  1. We LOVE the closing haiku, Duff…good stuff, old grey guy!

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  2. Very nice! I could feel a transition from man to spirit, to animal and half way back to man.
    The more time in nature, the more we see. The more we see, the more we know. The more we know, the more we realize how little we know.

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