Days coming on: nature gazes
into a pot terrified and makes up a bed for the nightingale
in an owl’s nest; days of grace.
Days coming on: the angel desires pure murder
and a wave would crawl also on its knees up
after the tug of trout; days of disgust.
Days coming on: they must come, pain
devours tears and the cherry tree is sorry for the peacock
which has never tried fruit without worms; days of miracle.
Days coming on: stags bellow in them
that they’ll get younger later and even the dog laughs out
at the cruelty of the whip; and these are the days of mercy.