The Weasel Jumped Over The Train

The options were limited. As it is in Nature,
there is never time for reactions.
The tunnels of the den must now resemble sausage.
The weasel jumped over the train.

A chased animal risks having its hearts burst from fear.
Unlike the mathematical launch of a flock of birds,
running from the landscapers became an expression of lung,
then the weasel jumped a train.

He shook in the dark quiet for a second, unable to hear or smell,
hungry enough if he could go home for those dead kittens now--
for all the tan bark and cinders between us--
a weasel uncured by grief,
smartly kicked, then swallowed in quarters during the screams of a pale blue horse.

Dot Fang