He drank enough
And lifted his head, dreamily, as one who has drunken,
And flickered his tongue like a forked night on the air, so black,
Seeming to lick his lips,
And looked around like a god, unseeing, into the air,
And slowly turned his head,
And slowly, very slowly, as if thrice a dream,
Proceeded to draw his slow length curving round
And climb again the broken bank of my wall-face.
Snippets of DH have been running around in my head ever since the crows drew my attention to the action above the dairy. With the same mixed feelings, I watched this fellow crush and consume one of the 2 baby peewees that I posted yesterday before settling his body into position to let digestion do its job. Nature in the raw.
