No faun

by David Hart

Then in the afternoon no faun,
no faun had been promised, a whimsy only,
sight of a faun would please the soul.

Not enough leap for a distant sighting –
good conscience anyway would not allow it,
did we hear a faun that day? No, we did not.

Without fulfilment of faun whimsy,
without on that wayward afternoon a faun,
quick now, hide and be sad alone.

The long wait and the snarl of a quick sunset,
no faun had leapt, night –