Blackbird

by Kathy Miles In his stern black feathers he swifts from elm or oak to claim his patch of seed. His song drips into sluggish veins, the fluency of music, as bl...

Swīn

by Philippe Atherton-Blenkiron “Pigs […] are leading pretty miserable lives.” – Peter Singer I exist under a pink sky; a canopy of blankets lined with caricatur...

Mei Lan

by Brenda Kay Ledford Longs for a home she’s never seen ancient land, legends a small creature stretched out napping on a limb like any animal caged behind glas...

Rabbit in the Garden

by Karen Terrey When I opened my hand I didn’t feel anything which isn’t to say nothing was there. A rabbit reaps my garden – at least, I planted it – nip...

Outsider

by Amlanjyoti Goswami fishes squibble, wiggle at droppings nibble at goings on, squabble big fish, small fish still fish in the closed pond one fish dreams of o...

The Snakecatcher 

by Karen Jane Cannon In Sussex fields we saw the wooden sign — red letters warning us of adders hid under tall nettles, long cow parsley, but we never saw a tel...

Highland Bestiary

by Joan Lennon In the fog, sheep strike _____poses, misty round the edges, __________strangely heroic. Sleeping otter dreams _____of water. If streams could dre...

Raven

by Rachael Clyne Sithee wingless, I am cum ter tek thee fer tha’ll’t ne’er mek it alone. I shall carry thee thru yon veil an’ on where tiz same-colour as me coa...