prospect

• bir sylvia plath şiiri..
  
  among orange-tile rooftops
  and chimney pots
  the fen fog slips,
  gray as rats,
  
  while on spotted branch
  of the sycamore
  two black rooks hunch
  and darkly glare,
  
  watching for night,
  with absinthe eye
  cocked on the lone, late,
  passer-by.