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A Commuter's Vision | by Henry Bew
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A Commuter's Vision

The arterial road from the County's Eastern Provinces

Lands me on the last-but-one roundabout before home.

Drawing up to the give-way lines, dropping to first,

Waiting for the a burst of traffic to pass, a mottled cat slinks

To the edge of the mown round's edge, hunting

A scuttling object hemmed in by orbiting cars.


They are driven along the concrete verge

By circling cars innocuously signalling right,

Hemming the hunt-play tight to the edge:

The mouse is on the lookout for an escape gutter

While the cat lazily paws at his ragged tail.

I join the dance on the junction, crawling in second,

To watch it play out in my wing-mirror.


A gap between traffic signals the mouse to run

Off the island - an escape cut short when

The speeding youth's Corsa moulds him

Permanently to pavement. The cat rolls her shoulders,

The game over, and treads out to lick the puddle

Of blood before a truck catches her grounded tail


And drags her under, fixing her fleeing

Form in a cartoonish pose ahead of

The flattened mouse.


Henry Bew, 2012

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Taken on August 3, 2012