The looking glass predator

by Ed Higgins

In the mirror an owl staring you in the face once again,

a fraught fragment of life's puzzle. But you pretend it's


a lesser predator maybe some buzzard doppelgänger

looking out. Not remembering they go first for the eyes


eating until they reach your immortal or mortal soul,

whichever it is. Or maybe instead you want a liver eating


eagle feasting steadfastly on your then regenerated fears

and failings. Better yet, make it the extinct Kelenken


its massive beak shattering your ever-shifting self. Emitting

from the staring-back mirror some kind of predator truthfulness


which like the more staid mirror-staring owl keeps asking

whoo-whoo-who-the-Hell are you anyway?