Based on Beatrix Potter's journals and letters
Before Jeremy Fisher Frog wore a macintosh
and shiny galoshes, or fished with a line of white horsehair,
and before he sat on a lily pad, eating a butterfly sandwich,
the rain trickling down his back; and before Peter Rabbit
squeezed under the gate of McGregor's garden,
only to catch the brass buttons of his blue jacket
on the gooseberry net, I was no one, or just a girl
wearing white pique starched frocks and cotton stockings
striped like zebra's legs. At tea-time I'd wait for the farm-boy
to stagger up the carriage-drive with his milk cans,
or I'd sit under the green-fringed table cloth
as Grandmamma gave me gingersnaps out of a canister.
I'd wait for Mr. Wood to bring his pocket handkerchief
filled with two dozen buff-colored caterpillars.
Set loose, they'd crawl up his shoulder and into his gray hair.
Later, my brother and I studied birds. I painted a dead
yellowhammer, its feet in the air, its head tilted back,
the sparse tail feathers nearly picked clean by a cat.
Sometimes we'd skin dead rabbits and boil them,
saving the bones. Or we'd stuff bats, stretching
and pinning the wings to a board after we'd taken
measurements: length of head, body, tail,
Humerus, Radius, Femur, Tibia, Pollex, and Claw.
For my art teacher, I painted a still life of a pineapple
but couldn't resist including Judy, my pet lizard,
who later laid an egg: The embryo wriggled for hours
before it died, its tail curled twice, its big eyes staring
through the brown, transparent shell—The stare
was like the stare of the dolls in The Tale of Two Bad Mice,
after Hunca Munca and Tom Thumb have raided
the red brick dolls' house, after they've smashed
the plaster ham and thrown the fish into the kitchen's crinkly
paper fire that won't bum, or like the stare
of the glass eyes that fell one day from the shelf
as I dusted the bone-cupboard where my brother and I kept
our collection of British mice. Skeletons broke,
and eyes scattered across the floor. For hours I mended bones,
as the blackness of each pupil seemed to draw
everything into its gaze.