A head, tongue pinked and hanging loose, tensed For the moment when, knowing I knew, he Should spring to shade: momentary bunker Beneath an unremembered bit of trunk Cut to widen the path on which I stood. His tail outstuck; I watched it twitch, uncertain. If not for that I might have let it be, But that quick promise drew me in, waking Violent inquisition. Unthinking, I rolled the log aside, beaded eyes’ spark Expecting. Yet when I looked, two halves spilled Their carmine gore across the path. Tail stilled. I looked and stayed a beat, transfixed, til from Further down the path my brother’s yell approach’d. And on I walked, determined not to think.