It had climbed from the lavender
under the open window
and now creeps along the sill.
I think of Hughes' thought-fox
and Lowell's skunk,
then slow down...
slow down; for a creature
moving so slowly the world
flashes by too fast... now my feelers
probe tentatively, I heave
myself over the minutest obstacles
leaving a silvery trace...
Then my godlike hand plucks it from the sill
and tosses it out - 'Don't even think
about living in MY house
without paying any rent, huh!'
In that attitude, also, it may be said
that I am godlike.