At 23:00 last night the grey shape of a badger like a shadowy submarine slid along the path through the Kitchen Window Reserve. I expect this happens every night: it reminds me of Kipling's line "Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!" Enjoy in full here: http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1225/
Friday, 19 June 2009
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