Hallow e’en tomorrow and critters are stirring in the undergrowth while young spooks haunt side-walks and gardens …
LATE NIGHT
this breathing dark
crossed by lifting paws
a sneak of badgers
through star-light
wail of owl
past a blown branch
scent thrown by fox-fur
on tasseled grass
before moon-set
fades on creeping cat
beside a small witch
with her long broom
To Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.