Ears

if the wrong tree falls in the forest
and there's nobody there to hear
can you hear yourself barking?
will anyone lend an ear?

sword asleep lays across a chair
don't sense the edge of it anywhere
horse head dawn is the outline fair
rock sticking up is the horse's ear

shadow in a horse shoe canyon
tends to gather at one end
light falls fine in front and behind

knot hole listens in the shape of an ear
it's a tree but it looks like an ear
bark is gray and the limbs obey
some scheme that only trees can hear

Lestrade with his pride in his pocket
in the story of the woman in green
curtain falls between two walls
one side real the other a scene