Oh, but a thought ago a baying hound <br />had led him to a clearing in the sky. <br />The stars tolled beyond the sombre clouds <br />and on the frozen pond the forest sighed. <br /> <br />He knelt, his arrows whetted by a tear, <br />the fire he’d set, rising into night. <br />Eternity approached, and in its sphere, <br />a sudden passing bird eclipsed the light. <br /> <br />He aimed and freed an arrow into dark. <br />Then maelstroms, downy plumes, snow tainted red, <br />the pity of the moon: he hit his mark. <br /> <br />The hellward bird now tumbling overhead— <br />past hunger, fear, dumbfoundedness and shame— <br />an angel, angel falling into flame.<br /><br />Leo Yankevich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hunter/
