Friday, 6 January 2012
While I sleep
The Badger recreates her world in mine.
Prevented by barriers placed on her pathways,
She makes new problems of maintenance for me.
Thwarted only by pliable plastics
Her paws shift wood and brick and flint,
Shoulders prise open fences;
Thin green screening mesh
And bin liners of leaf mould are ignored.
She grunts in my sleep while, undisturbed,
I dream of hares and tortoises.