WHO IS WHISPERING IN THE BUSHES? IS IT YOU? Poem by Gro Dahle

Once again
The fox comes to the hare
dressed in tails
The white paw, the pretty tooth

Dear hare, dear friend
Come into this, the throat's delicate portal
and feel the uvula's touch
The massage of the throat
I give you a chance
to become part of my flesh
That way I can better look after you
and you can better function through me
The same body, the same gall
Closer we cannot come

I'm not even sure that I want you
says the fox
The pretty nail, the clean shirt
But if you clean your ears, my friend
blow your nose, smooth your fur
Then, maybe, maybe then
may you gain entry
to the soft acid bath of the entrails
And I, the fox himself, will offer you
a stroll along the small intestine
A warmer journey towards the pressure of the large intestine
Imagine: the villis' suction through the blood
The kiss of the digestion!