Caught in the center of a soundless field <br />While hot inexplicable hours go by <br />What trap is this? Where were its teeth concealed? <br />You seem to ask. <br />I make a sharp reply, <br />Then clean my stick. I'm glad I can't explain <br />Just in what jaws you were to suppurate: <br />You may have thought things would come right again <br />If you could only keep quite still and wait.<br /><br />Philip Larkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/myxomatosis/
