Nature Poems
Poem of the Week for March 18th 2008
The Local Pest
When I was living in Hampstead, my next-door neighbour had two little white Scottish terrier dogs, a “man and wife”. They were playful, boisterous and fairly noisy, but when the lady dog died, the mail dog’s behaviour changed dramatically ….
The Local Pest
Wallace's wife died
seven years ago;
Wallace barks
every day
always upward,
at planes,
and when the leaves twist
and the clouds nurl,
birds bundle into their feathers
insects crouch
men hide
and the Soldiers of Nature
Hammer and Thunder
at the earth,
Wallace runs out
and barks upward,
upward into the rain from his grass-bare patch of ground
surrounded by grass that flows on warm days like his
ruffled fur;
spikily challenges
from behind unseen eyes.
Wallace is over twelve now;
tiny, tiny, tiny,
continually
Wallace barks.
Weaker
But always upward,
and more often,
at the Great Night Sky.
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