It was best at the border close to daybreak –
that which grows visible after the hour of the wolf –
when with clear eyes the things could observe us.
The things are hardly human
nor animal either
but live like us in their tight-sealed shells
and when broken a scrunch is heard
of broken bones.
Do not ask me about their origins
or special destination –
just now though at the border of daybreak
I heard them bark like happy dogs
when the scent becomes sharp.