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                                        Pretty

  Why is the word pretty so underrated?

In November the leaf is pretty when it falls.

The stream grows deep in the woods after rain.

And in the pretty pool the pike stalks.

 

He stalks his prey, and this is pretty too,

The prey escapes with an underwater flash.

But not for long, the great has him now.

The pike is a fish who always has his prey

 

And this is pretty. The water rat is pretty.

His paws are not webbed; he cannot shut his nostrils

As the otter can and the beaver; he is torn between

The land water. Not 'torn he does not mind.

 

The owl hunts in the evening, and it is pretty.

The lake water below him rustles with ice.

There is frost coming from the ground, in the air mist.

All this is pretty; it could not be prettier.

 

Yes, it could always be prettier, the eye abashes.

It is becoming an eye that cannot see enough,

Out of the wood the eye climbs. This is prettier.

A field in the evening, tilting up.