Weasel whirls through world like wildfire: Embers spin, smoke curls, for weasel Acts on land like spark on tinder – Scorches grass, turns field to pyre, sand to glass, tree to cinder, Eats air, burns shadow, Lights the sky, hot-wires the sun with its speed, its dance, its gyres.
The Lost Words
by Marie-Claire Saindon (b. 1984)
18. Weasel
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Robert Macfarlane (b. 1976)
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