FORESTS
I
I too walked in the forests once
more hunted than a hunter
many a time I nested under a blanket
thrown on bulrush branches, other times,
being lucky, I snuggled under a tent, away
from the rain, though I never saw
a deer close up, as people who imagine
such things say, I only faced momentarily
the shining eyes of a fox, I listened to
the fast passing of the porcupine. Deer,
as most others, I’ve only seen behind
the iron cages of the National Park.
Manolis 