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Grey Wolves
At midnight they descend the hill,
(fur and flesh caught between their teeth),
howling at the moon and stars,
delighting in the knee-deep snow,
and in the purity of the pack,
while the wise red fox hunts alone.
28 April 2015
Hedgehog
Beneath the rowanberry,
the mackerel midnight,
with dew upon its snout,
foe to the frog and beetle,
always in the corner
of grey tabby cat eyes,
it greets me as if Plato
in the cave, I with beer
deposit bottles, and belly
graveyards towards heaven
that only I can people
in hades or at home.
27 March 2015