The Best of Ruskin Bond Part 28

And flitted through the dappled green,

While bees in an ecstasy drank

Of nectar from each bloom, and the sun sank

Swiftly, and the stars turned in the sky,

And moon-moths and singing crickets and I-

Yes, I!-praised night and stars and trees:

A small, tall cherry grown by me.

Lovers Observed

Lovers lie drowsy in the gra.s.s,

Sunk in bracken, swimming in pools

Of late afternoon suns.h.i.+ne;

All agitation past, they stay totally

Absorbed in gra.s.s.

Green gra.s.s, and growing from that place

A sweep of languid arm still bare

But for a lost ladybird.

Anonymous lover brushes a dragon

Fly from his face.

Brief thunder blossoms in the air,

A leaf between the thighs is caught

And crushed. Love comes like a thief,

Crouching among the bruised and broken clover.

All flesh in gra.s.s.

Lone Fox Dancing

As I walked home last night

I saw a lone fox dancing

In the cold moonlight.

I stood and watched. Then

Took the low road, knowing

The night was his by right.

Sometimes, when words ring true,

I'm like a lone fox dancing

In the morning dew.

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