I found it oddly difficult to warm to this, and I don't know why. I generally like poetry about animals, and there are a number of animal poems here - one, "The Thought-Fox," is one of the first poems I ever remember studying (I dimly remember it from high school, I think) - but the prose doesn't entirely do it for me. While there were a number of poems that I liked, there was really only one that gave me a little jolt, prose-wise - you know, the feeling you get when you read something that's just beautifully phrased. That was "October Dawn," which has a lovely opening: "October is marigold, and yet / A glass half full of wine left out / To the dark heaven all night, by dawn / Has dreamed a premonition."

Those four lines are worth the price of admission, I reckon.