Faun

 Haunched like a faun, he hooed
From grove of moon-glint and fen-frost
Until all owls in the twigged forest
Flapped black to look and brood
On the call this man made.


No sound but a drunken coot
Lurching home along river bank.

Stars hung water-sunk, so a rank
Of double star-eyes lit
Boughs where those owls sat.


An arena of yellow eyes
Watched the changing shape he cut,
Saw hoof harden from foot, saw sprout
Goat-horns.
 Marked how god rose
And galloped woodward in that guise.

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