(Photo courtesy of Ramson)

At dawn of day the apple-thief
Comes dancing in her leitmotif,

Slotting each foot in a previous slot
Made yesterday in the orchard plot,

Returns again to where left off she -
The leafless, branch-bent apple-tree -

And among the windfalls idly browses
Safe from guns so near the houses.

So dainty-legged, her sister-beast,
Reducing apples was reduced to feast,

And seeing her pause, I think in pain,
Oh, she the apples, we the gain

Posted by Reed on Friday, January 11th, 2008 at 9:04 pm.