Grga Pitic: "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Nambawan!

Ha there! old-pig, old bear, old bristly and gingery
Wombat out of the red earth peering gingerly,
Was there some thud of foot in the midst and the silence
That stiffens whisker and ear in sounds’ fierce absence.
Some smell means man!
I see the dewdrop trembling upon the rushes,
All else is the mist’s now, \river and rocks and ridges.
Poor lump of movable clay, snuffling and blinking,
Too thick in the head to know what thumps in your
thinking,
Rears in the rain-
Be easy, old tree-root’s companion; down there where
your burrow
Dips in its yellow shadow, deep in the hollow,
We have one mother, good brother; it is Her laughter
That sends you now snorting and plunging like red flood-
water
To earth again.

  Alexander Stewart Jun 1, 2014 7:22 AM