Comments about David Bottoms
Twice through my bedroom window
I've seen the horned owl drop from the oaks to panic
the rabbit in my neighbor's backyard.
Last night he paced for an hour across the top
of the cage, scrutinizing
the can of water, the mound of pellets,
turning his genius to the riddle
of the wire, while under him
the rabbit balled like a fat carnation in the wind.