In her own words...
"Pursued, I Ran into the Barn"
Rough-hewn shadows streamed around us,
With hideous intent the pursuer came on,
No stratagem, no swiftness would hide you,
Guileless and bleeding.
You were a bundle of fur in my arms,
Among barn-dwellers I sought concealment.
Away from the window I watched it come on,
Revenge from below. The insane thing,
Had already closed in. You stirred in my arms,
Me on to discover the end of the scheme,
The tearing sound in this poem's dream.