Juno Santers/Poem

I like birds 

I like trees in autumn too 

When I can watch leaves like orange and yellow rags 

Dance to the ground 

They crunch under the feet of that hooded man 

He's been following a boy through the woods 

I watch them like how I watch the leaves 

Thinking of birdsong and warm sun and my mother 

The man jumps at the boy with a knife 

The boy yelps in terror 

That's not a very nice prank 

I look down the shaft of my arrow 

Leaves crunch under their struggling bodies 

They boy heaves the body off him, wide-eyed as a fawn 

It's hard pulling my arrow out of the man's eye socket 

I wonder what's for tea.