Poetry:

...Michael Cadnum The Beasts of the Field By the church by the heck Lhere is always another place where they Maud when ihe rain closes the sky when the wind drags the rolls of wool sun cold they stand their eyes take the world their cries iikc doors opening skittering slow they are watching they hear what we hear they see as we see their hooves find new places to stand where nothing has ever happenedever happened...