It must come
as leaves to a tree
or not at all

yet it comes
sometimes as the
black hen with the
red round eye

on the embroidery
stitch by stitch
dropped and found again

and when it’s all
there the black hen
stares with its round red eye

and you’re afraid.


The Black Hen – A K Ramanujan

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