Forest fire melts leaves
like plastic, furling and falling.
Rabbit warren, a clay oven
hard and hot.
Smoke covers everything
luring, baiting
like a will-o-the-wisp.
The flames jump and dance
spurred on by the thudding
of a hundred paws and hooves.
Consuming anything
that falls before it.
A mother is trapped
protecting her litter
but the fire does not relent
until it reaches the river.

By A. S. Ford

A. S. Ford grew up in a small village within Buckinghamshire. Since moving to Cirencester three years ago she has completed a Creative Writing degree at the University of Gloucestershire and has poems published in The Dawntreader and The Copperfield Review. She lives with her fiancé, their pack of dogs, and pet rat.

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