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Reflections on 40 years as a doctor in Women's Health

The Hungry Field


I saw it

Twitching

In the tall grass

Behind the house.

Camouflaged

And hidden

Until it moved,

It was a weed

Amongst weeds,

Just another stalk

Trembling

In a wind

That wasn’t.

And then

Another shadow

Surfaced,

Although

It seemed to point

The other way

At first,

Until it slipped

Like an errant fin

Beneath the grass

Again.

The two of them

Frightened me

At first,

As things that hide

Will do,

But still,

It was only grass

Back there,

Not Jungle;

And anyway

A window

And a porch

Stood as my redoubt,

So

I could wait

Till I,

Like they,

Were bored

Or

Went away.

Suddenly

An eye,

Dark

And worried,

Surfaced,

Then hid itself

Again;

Ears,

Now obvious,

Still scanned

The untamed

Uncut field,

Trusting

Mother

Would never leave

Her hungry fawn

For long.

gozzter

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