Science in meter and verse
By Emily Tuszynska
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The owl came because he wants
this scrap of woodland, wants
the beeches and their hollow hearts,
their cavities. He came because
so contrivance motivate the farmer left his fields
on my own to grow their latent nick
of bushes that no one came to reduce.
The owl wants this wooded hilltop,
its archaic oaks that stand amongst
heaped quartz the farmer or his father
or his father’s father cleared.
The owl wants the hilltop’s crown of hollies,
wants the deep-color roost
they’ve made; he wants this commence branch
that ends a soar-wide tunnel
by contrivance of the hollies’ refuge,
wants this relate to request, to leisure
and solid his pellets, wadded clumps
of fur and bone the rain dissolves
to say he wanted squirrels,
and voles, and frogs, and once
a tall gloomy beetle. If you happen to knew
a wood would call an owl motivate,
for parents that knew the owl’s calls
would salvage the winter wood
till one other owl answered,
wouldn’t you’d like
to head away the land on my own
to grow its woodland, wouldn’t you’d like
to grant the owls what they wanted?
