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Stray You slipped through the trap I set with a straw basket and a single pole— I put out bait cheese as you fled the house and I came around the north side and surprised you as you slunk away. The slouch you had, a slow tease no one could make you flee. How many scorching days I calculated and waited each time dusk caught the farm battered sheds dashed out in the open standing like shameless contrarians. You would twitch and sniff the scent of human hair pursue the shadow that pursued you. No human could touch you out there No man could staunch the hunger.
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