Poet Jeffery Beam
Poems

The Beaver

Sweet is the fish
which is not fish at all.

Whose great balls
the hunters wish to take.

Whose tail like a sole
follows it.

Whose size
no bigger than a Country Dog.

In daytime, of water.
In night, of the woods.

Whose upper teeth cut down
huge trees.

Sweet is the fish
which is not fish at all.

From An Elizabethan Bestiary: Retold, 1999, Horse & Buggy Press.

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