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Simon Barraclough
\'The damage cats do\'
\'The damage cats do\'
The damage cats do.
The hedgerow pogroms.
The examples made of shrew,
of sparrow; the redbreast
darkened to clawed mauve.
That Easter morning,
black and chill,
I stepped onto the lawn
to find the stricken Sun,
pounced upon at dawn,
batted and battered,
rayless and foetal.
The hedgerow pogroms.
The examples made of shrew,
of sparrow; the redbreast
darkened to clawed mauve.
That Easter morning,
black and chill,
I stepped onto the lawn
to find the stricken Sun,
pounced upon at dawn,
batted and battered,
rayless and foetal.
© 2015, Simon Barraclough
From: Sunspots
Publisher: Penned in the Margins, London
From: Sunspots
Publisher: Penned in the Margins, London
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\'The damage cats do\'
The damage cats do.The hedgerow pogroms.
The examples made of shrew,
of sparrow; the redbreast
darkened to clawed mauve.
That Easter morning,
black and chill,
I stepped onto the lawn
to find the stricken Sun,
pounced upon at dawn,
batted and battered,
rayless and foetal.
From: Sunspots
\'The damage cats do\'
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