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Still Frames at Friendship Hollow, a poem by Annette Sisson



Still Frames at Friendship Hollow


Did the bobcat descend from leafy ridge,

kits stowed in tree hollow 

or under muddled brush? She lopes 

past the trail-cam, ears white, 


cocked. Is she stalking prey—

mice for babes, for her a sleeping 

rabbit, squirrel in tree-fork’s drey? 

She seems not to notice the pair


of eyes flicker, electric, hunkered

beneath the cabin’s warped deck.

Whatever it might be—raccoon 

or opossum—it’s large, wedged in 


tight. Shrouded by thicket, folded 

into long grass, a doe suckles 

mottled fawns. Phoebes take 

shifts, rest in a mossy nest


tucked into rafters, smooth white

eggs speckled brown. The heavy 

opossum slinks from cranny,

angles for trunk, clambers up.


This valley’s life whirrs, unfurls

to the rhythm of trees, bud to leaf meal. 

A raccoon clings to shadowed branch,

silent bobcat rounds the night.


Annette Sisson’s poems appear in Valparaiso Poetry Review, Birmingham Poetry Review, Rust & Moth, Citron Review, Cumberland River Review, and many other journals. Her second book, Winter Sharp with Apples, was published by Terrapin Books 10/1/24. Her first book, Small Fish in High Branches, was published by Glass Lyre Press (5/22). She has won or placed in many contests, and in the past five years, nine of her poems have been nominated for The Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net.