THE TRACKS OF ANIMALS:

 

Main roads appearing clear were treacherously frozen, 

cut-throughs lay in wait for even the prepared & 

pretty country lanes became killers. Is it life as 

normal in the city, thawed by the breath of millions 

whilst out here in the fields we regress to previous 

centuries, glimpsing future wonders on tiny screens

like campfires, hoping the sagging wires will hold 

till Spring? 

Oh city of science fiction, breath on us tonight 

that we might leave this cabin & it’s fever!

 

(K)