Mounds
Mystery
Each
tussock casts a spell
It
holds the hound in thrall
To
some deep primitive allure
His
nostrils flare
Then
slap the fragranced air
As
they snap back
Swallow
the scent
Of
other marking creatures
Or
maybe deeper still
Beneath
the tufted mound
Some
timid smaller prey
Seeks
sanctuary
Malcolm
Evison
13
– 18 February 2019
