“Ask me no questions
I’ll tell you no lies”
a peep in the bag means
a ruined surprise
Out in the meadow
a circle of stones
is lying in wait for
the planet’s return
The hunter approaches
and raises the net
the windows are open
the traps are all set
Over the hedgerow
comes floating the moon
the village is sleeping
the stones have all gone
The girl he presumed on
is busy intently
tearing to pieces
the letter he sent
Second Nature: James Lindesay’s Poetry 