Uncle Wally fades into the landscape.
First a tree,
then a line of trees,
then a cloud,
then a cloud settling over a hill,
then dew on the grass.
Then animal again, singular:
a Varied Thrush, humming in the alder,
a crouching lynx,
a bounding doe.
Then Uncle Wally rises up
and moves out over the water.
He descends into the bay.
A sleek, black head breaks the surface,
shiny and wet,
then slinks back down again,
drifting and drifting away.