Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
— William Blake, “The Tyger” (1794)
On the walk, the echo of a tyger.
At the door
Open the door of Hicks’ Blue
and a hill of white snow spread out before me.
One black rabbit is running.
Where did this one come from.
It slips in among the other brown rabbits.
A black dot moves, now and then.
It begins to eat the acorns a squirrel buried in autumn.
The scene turns black.
This is not a blackout.
That black rabbit disappears, but—
Open the door of Hicks’ Blue
and a hill of glowing night sky spread out before me.
One white owl is flying.
Where is this one going.
It floats along the line of the other brown owls.
A white dot slips, now and then.
It catches a mouse that was in the grass.
The scene turns blue.
This is not lightning.
This white owl rises up, once more.
‘Hicks’ Blue’ is a paint colour (registered trademark) by Little Greene — not an ad, just a colour I love.
Written by M.K. Flint